Just before dawn, when all is possibility.
In silent hotel rooms with blackout curtains.
Find the fish. Cast the right fly to them. Catch and release. Repeat.
At the keyboard.
At the keyboard.
At the very end of the day, near the end of whatever it is I’m writing or editing or cooking or building, not yet done but close.
I made a smoothie for the kids–fresh strawberries and a few pieces of frozen peach, a splash of fresh squeezed orange juice, and a couple heaping tablespoons of Greek yogurt. Then I drank it.
Working as a restaurant critic schooled me well. I’m most hungry right before dinner. But that’s not set in stone. Does it look delicious? Does it smell sublime? …
Next to my wife, Susanna.
Strumming a guitar or spending time on a golf course with my family and friends.
Problem solving. Whether it’s a work or personal issue or something at home that is broken, I like fixing things. I’m not too good at sitting around.
Getting frustrated at things I can’t control, like the latest news.
When I am jet-lagged.
Chicken tacos. They were simple and delicious.
Exercise is the usual trigger. …
Dusk is nice.
In my bed, on my right side.
Reading something good.
Being a dad.
Inside my head.
Driving home after a busy night in my restaurant.
A chocolate chip cookie from the bakery next door.
A fresh marinara (with killer tomatoes from Free Spirit Farm in Winters, CA).
A meatball. Everyone likes meatballs.
Grilled ribeye, corn and tomato salad, good bread. Chilled chianti classico. On my deck with my family.
A boat’s the best if you can make it happen.
Adriatic in Italy.
Hot dogs or some other hand-held food to allow for theatrical grieving. And good white wine.
Good wine, preferably from a magnum.