Somewhere just past indulgence, but before uncomfortable gluttony comes a meal so profoundly over the top, so historically significant to the gourmand, it can only be captured with a flutter of the heart, perhaps skipping a beat, gentle sweat across the brow and trembling to the toes. A raised hair on the back of the neck is not out of the question. Somewhere around foodgasmic is apropos. On a recent foray to Las Vegas, I made my way to the MGM Grand to be in the presence of some of the greats....

Jim

Before I became a teacher, or more accurately, before I started learning how to teach, I had to learn how to cook.
I never wanted to be a cook. Actually, I never thought about being a cook. It was not that it was not reputable enough, nor that it lacked moneymaking potential. I really did not have an inkling of what went on behind the door that the blue-haired lady disappeared behind. It just was not on my top-ten list of “things to do.” Rock drummer, yes. Computer geek, yes. Roadie for...

Jim