cook, wine snob, delusional romantic, aesthetic writer, professional bullshitter.

“There is nothing apart from image — life is a blank slate. Look at the plate and tell me what you see. So how you construct a dish matters. How it looks matters. Cooking is no different than writing, is no different than philosophy. The stories we tell, the food we eat, this is what gives us definition and meaning. That and love.”

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pop-up queen, plays with strings, southern belle, grammarian, trail blazer, marathoner, beloved

“Tom, please don’t say ‘like’ so much. Remember that time you copied my supper club? Can we get a puppy? Is that a yes? (curtsies) This Tom-wine tastes like grape soda — ugh, why don’t you just drink something normal? Hope you make sca-llops today! What, are those vegetables made out of gold? #eyeroll”


remy in training, pianist for hire, linguist, in the navy, disney aficionado

“Only the act of true love will thaw a frozen heart. Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or… learn from it. I consider myself a reasonable merman. I set certain rules, and I expect those rules to be obeyed. I can open your eyes; take you wonder by wonder; over, sideways and under; on a magic carpet ride.”

world traveler, picky eater, fork dropper, fake hipster

“Who wants more wine? Tom, why didn’t you make more cucumber salad? Are you sure you have enough wine? Why are you always so late, Andrew? Who wants more wine? Do you ever make anything normal to eat? More wine? When are you going to come visit me in Asia? Who knew that reservation velocity charts could be so useful?”

tournant, danish royalty, trekkie, public transit marathon competitor.

“Oui, chef.”