Move Over, Pete Wells
FYI. Pete Wells is the food critic for the New York Times. Now that you know who he is we can proceed. This post is about my 13 year old grandson. My granddaughter has contributed to a number of my blogs along the way. The time was overdue for her brother to get some press. D, my grandson, and I both have a love of sports. He enjoys participating in several sports while I am primarily a fan of watching baseball and basketball. D is a real basketball junkie. He has an amazing memory for retaining the stats, the players, the teams throughout the NBA. He can tell you the scores of any game played on any given day. He plays the game as well.
One day I approached him about doing a blog with me. I asked him both what he likes to read in a blog and what he would write about. He said he liked reading about basketball. However, if he were to write one, it would be about food. Go figure.
When I paused to think about it, I wasn’t that surprised. He is a bit of a foodie. Besides the eating, he has enjoyed participating in cooking camps. Our conversation was then all about food. The longer we talked, the hungrier I got. D, like many of us, is partial to desserts. I’m thinking he probably has more than one sweet tooth.
D did his best Pete Wells impersonation. He reviewed several restaurants, the entrees as well as desserts. He focused on presentation, portion size, flavors, textures. He certainly had some interesting guidelines by which he rated the food. Some criteria were bottom liners. For example, portion size was either too much, too little or just right. The flavors were either good or not worthy of being on the same plate with the edibles. He did get more specific about what made the good stuff good.
The focus was on desserts. I did mention those sweet teeth, right. We were recently at a brunch which he reviewed for me as we ate. I quite enjoyed his description of one of the cakes - an almond flavored delight with a whipped creamy texture. Mmmm. If I wasn’t already full from some lemon meringue square, I would definitely have gone for that cake. He told me that his all time favorite dessert, which is served at a different restaurant, is apple and vanilla ice cream filled crepes sprinkled with cinnamon. Yum!
When I reflect on our food conversations, I marvel how this kid stays slim. I suppose he burns off those calories playing sports. It’s a darn good thing my indulgences are all in my imagination. Yet we both enjoy visits to Starbuck’s, a non-caffeine treat for D and a caffeine treat for me. What could be better?
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