In what is now an officially recurring dream (three is enough, yes?), I'm working for the Food Network in the selection of a new television chef. Anxiety hits though as everything tastes, um, "good". Nothing is "amazing". The stress isn't from making the selection though. It's from not having the vocabulary to express what I'm tasting and feelings of inadequacy regarding my rather vulgar palate.
There are meals in my repertoire. Vito taught me to make an amazing marinara. Chili is a lay-up. And my baking is very popular. There is a Joy of Cooking sitting/collecting dust in the kitchen and a complete service for twelve, if ever the need may arise.
Surrounded by friends that are amazing cooks and avid watchers of Food Network programming has struck a chord of insecurity. It makes more sense for them to host and cook. The egalitarian in me though was to serve back with more than just a bottle of good wine. The sleeper in me just doesn't want to be woken up by this dream again.