I am so enamored of this game that I'm playing again. This time I've put together a list of things I have never eaten, but would like to, before I die. (I am a little superstitious, and hoping that eating all of these things does not automatically mean that I must die. That would be terrible.)
1. Something, anything, directly from Pierre Hermé in Paris. I have read so many glorious blog posts about his chocolate-y treats, and even made some of my own truffles from one of his recipes, and I adore chocolate, so this only makes sense.
2. One meal at El Bulli. Just because.
(thinking...thinking...I refuse to name more than one restaurant A) because a list of restaurants I want to eat at before I die is too easy to write -- just typing this sentence, I thought of 3 or 4 -- and B) this is not about dining out, this is about the sheer joy of tasting something new. What does it say about me that I can only come up with two things off the top of my head? Surely nothing good. WAIT! Okay, the light bulb went off again.)
3. Fresh seafood prepared at the shore. I'm not too picky about what -- it could be fresh oysters, crab cooked over a bonfire, a clambake, whatever. But the idea of eating fresh caught seafood on the shore of the sea from whence it came sounds lovely. Quite a romantic notion, isn't it? (This also seems the likeliest one of the bunch to result in death by food poisoning, though certainly I don't envision myself as the one to wade in and catch the crab or scrape the oysters off the rock. I plan to be sitting on the beach, wrapped up in a cozy blanket, sipping bubbly. Still, perhaps this is the one to leave till I'm an octogenarian, just in case...)
4. A real Philadelphia cheesesteak. This one I stole from the burgeoning list over at Traveler's Lunchbox. I've had one before in the presence of a PA native (and cheesesteak afficionado), and I was assured that it qualified as pretty authentic, but having the real deal right in the heart of Philly, well, you can't beat that with a stick.
5. I've been thinking about this one all day. I started this post at about 9 a.m., got stuck, then had to run off to interview two chefs for a project I'm working on. (They were a blast.) Anyway, during the interview we got to talking about the pleasure of pulling fresh vegetables from your garden and eating them, just the way Nature intended, and I realized that I'd love nothing more than to eat a tomato that I grew myself. This will have to wait until I can claim at least a foot's worth of outdoor space.
Cindy's been growing some pretty tasty tomatoes this year...we'll have to bring you one next time we're up. If you're lucky, we'll get a few of Jeremy's strawberries, too...
Posted by: cv | August 23, 2006 at 04:28 PM
YES YES YES!!!
I mean. Pretty please?
Posted by: Catherine | August 23, 2006 at 05:25 PM
Awww, honey, I wish I could take you with me in a few weeks when I knock 1&2 off that list:).
Posted by: Joy | August 23, 2006 at 05:38 PM
3 would be easy to knock off the list if you came up to my digs in the middle of nowhere, BC. Salmon bbq'd the Heiltsuk way requires outside cooking anyways. Check this out to see what it looks like:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/70749070@N00/223409771/
Posted by: Nerissa | August 25, 2006 at 04:14 AM
Fresh clams and oysters right on the beach...there's nothing better. Of course, you must have cold beer and a big, crackling bonfire.
As for the tomatoes. Do you have a *foot* of sunlight? There are some pretty nice planter varieties that don't need eons of space. I have to say I've got my hands so full of tom's right now that I'm making sauce by the gallon! (But I only have three planter plants and three wild jungle plants.)
Posted by: Fleagirl | August 31, 2006 at 08:57 PM
What about that Coco500 squash blossom pizza? (I think I'll play again too!)
Posted by: Catherine Ross | September 01, 2006 at 08:33 PM