L.A. Affairs: He wasn’t into food, and I’m a serious cook. Was this a deal-breaker?
LA TimesI have two passions in life: babies and cooking. I even did a dinner from “The French Laundry Cookbook.” Without sous chefs, the citrus powder alone, which is a garnish for a dish with skate wing, took me a whole afternoon. I prefer guests whose answer to the allergy question is: “The only thing we don’t eat is jellyfish.” However, it wasn’t simple with Nancy and Brent, especially after I found out they could not eat wheat or dairy, got violently ill with mushrooms and soy, avoided foods that might contribute to her “yeast problem” and had a variety of other real or imagined sensitivities. When I found out about the wheat problem, for example, I proudly told them, “I have spelt bread in the fridge.” “I can’t eat spelt,” Brent announced sheepishly. She shunned microwave cooking, for example, because the microwaves “make the molecules rotate in the opposite direction.” They often had dinner ready when I got home from work, which was wonderful.
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