Today, I reached a new milestone in my life.
I finally, after 2 years, finished reading Anthony Bourdain's book, Kitchen Confidential. I'm sure you're all curious what in God's name, could possibly take me so F-ing long to finish a single book. Well, for one, I'm an annoying impatient bastard--I can't sit in one place for more than an hour without twiddling my thumbs and wondering what's next. I drive Amy batshit crazy because I'm always wondering what we're going to do next, where we're going to go and how we're going to get there.
“CAN'T YOU SIT STILL FOR TWO HOURS WITHOUT ASKING ME WHAT YOU WANT TO DO NEXT?!!” She'll always ask me.
On top of that, I'm also an incredibly slow reader, unlike my wife who read the same book, in a single day, three years ago (in a couple of hours) sitting on the beach in Aruba. Which reminds me…
In case you're wondering why it's been a week since I've
written, it's because I’m back in Aruba
Kitchen Confidential is a brilliant book in my opinion. It does a great job of making sure that people like me NEVER, EVER open a restaurant or decide to become a cook. I mean, I don't know how many times I've turned to Amy and said, "God, I NEED to open a restaurant" or "Man, I should become a cook," soley based on the qualification that I LOVE food.
It also reminded me how much room for improvement I have when it comes to writing.
My favorite quote from The Book: “The new waiter doesn’t know what prosciutto is, and my heart sinks.” I burst out laughing on the beach and everyone turned and looked at me. It’s funny because it’s true.
So tomorrow, I start reading The Man Who Ate Everything, by Jeffrey Steingarten. Hopefully I can finish it faster than Kitchen Confidential. If I don’t, then maybe I’ll be writing another post like this in another two years.