Desiree is a remarkable cook. She not only invents and prepares otherworldly delicious food—she also creates attractive presentations. I’m convinced she could, if given the latitude, make a tasty dish from a throw rug.
The other day, I stepped into the
kitchen and found something not far removed from that. It looked as though
Desiree was cooking a towel in one of our pots.
“Are we having towel for dinner?” I
asked when Desiree appeared a minute or so later.
“I’m steaming something,” she
answered.
“Yes, a towel.”
I didn’t press for more details.
Cooking is her thing, and I have learned to trust her judgment. We didn’t have
a towel for dinner that night, but if, at some point, a slice of towel appears
on my dinner plate, I’ll give it an honest try.
—Mitchell Hegman
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