"Potatoes Bed" 2006 Dom del Torto
The days of just Erik mumbling in his sleep to himself may be over. There is a whole new breed of early morning mumbles emerging. Today around 6:30 AM, Erik tells me: "Don't move." So now I'm scared thinking there is giant furry spider on my back. But I think back to other moments similar and decided to play along for the sake of "Don't wake the sleepwalker/chefmumbler." He then presses his hand firmly on my back and removes my covers. He says, "The potatoes are moved." I just rolled over and looked at him inquisitively. He started telling me about the potatoes and how there was hot oil, but now there isn't so everything is okay. With each new statement he seemed to become more lucid. He started to smile and said, "What's going on?"
I don't know. I just don't know.
DCW_NYC
-Hilary-
3 comments:
OMG! I just found you and I am laughing so damn hard. First of all, I think that you might have been a gift from the Culinary Gods as I am the wife of a chef/cook/food geek and finally after 8 years reaching my breaking point. Having a 2.5 year old in two a full time plus job and living away from my support group which got me through all things kitchen related may have something to do with that...but anyhow! I've survived SF, Chicago, Paris and now Northwest Arkansas is killing me (my fault we are here not his and he is surviving so I guess I need to suck it up) anyhow - thanks for being here I feel like I've found Mecca
Lee
Fayetteville, Arkansas, just go south from Chicago until you see all the Chain Restaurants!
my chef calls me in his sleep (we're long-distance), and it's probably one of the strangest, funniest things i've ever experienced. at least it makes for a good story. ;)
I love the picture to go along with this! You two are hysterical!
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