Too Many Chefs are going conventional and domestic all over. Barrett married his lovely Rebecca last autumn, Paul is still on a honeymoon with his beloved, and as for the Paris contingency...well we are expecting a new junior Critic some time towards the end of December.
So if you have noticed that some of my postings have been less enthusiastic recently, there is a very good reason: when suffering from morning sickness it is very difficult to write enthusiastically about food. You don't like planning meals, you don't like thinking about food and very often you don't like eating it. Unless it involves a sandwich made of white bread, mayonnaise and chicken breast with a pickle on the side. So yes, it's true about pregnant women and pickles, or at least it's true about this one. No inclination to mix them with chocolate ice cream yet, but separately they have both gotten past the morning sickness barrier with no problem.
Some foods you will sadly not see me writing about for the next six months due to dietary restrictions include: oysters, all the good French cheeses (i.e. runny or blue ones), sushi, rare steaks, steak tartare, anything with caffeine or alcohol...sigh.
Pass me the pickles...
(Note: they must be Vlassic Kosher Baby Dills and no other. The Critic dragged a huge jar back from Montana in May and if this child reaches its 18th birthday s/he will STILL be hearing about the time that dad had to drag the big jar of pickles back from the US...)