I never knew what that meant. I’ve had a “bucket list” in my head since the day I was born. Don’t know when I’ll do things but at my age it’s about time to start.
Julia Child will take me to Paris and perhaps along the Rhone on a barge with picnic baskets with baguettes and sausages and cheeses,
Peggy Markel will take me through Florence and Tuscany and Sandro the baker will sing for me again. Luca will be charming at Maremma.
James Beard will show me the Pacific Northwest in all its glory.
Calvin Trillin and his Tummy Trilogy will tell me in detail about Kansas City BBQ and the economic laws of Alice.
I will finally get to the Salt Lick in Driftwood TX. I may live there.
Alice Waters will show me her latest kick, as will Rick Bayless. He’ll spend 25 years teaching me mole.
I will not open a restaurant and Gordon Ramsay will not be there.
Eric Ripert will come here and cook us dinner for our 10th anniversary.
If wishes were horses……. Dee
Cooking with Dee 