Or, how I accosted Rick Bayless.
As you may have heard, the Culinary Institute of America’s San Antonio location had its grand opening this past weekend. (John and I make a very brief appearance in that KENS video. We’re waiting in line to get food.) This is an awesome thing. Having a culinary institute will bring lots of great chefs, restaurants, food and knowledge to the city. I’m exciting about the CIA’s chefs, because they have plans to have a restaurant, bakery and brewery on campus.
The event itself was huge, with tents everywhere with free food from local vendors like La Gloria and the RK Group. I also accidentally ate huitaloche, which I have been afraid of ever since reading The Sneeze’s Steve, Don’t Eat It! But we didn’t die.
I was already excited about the event before we went because I heard Rick Bayless was there. He was signing cookbooks for people. So John and I got in line to buy a cookbook, which was a bizarrely chaotic process that took so long that by the time we bought one, Rick Bayless’ time was up and he left. I was, needless to say, bereft. We did still purchase a signed copy of Fiesta at Rick’s.
We wandered around, listened to some music, ate more food, watched a cooking demonstration, and decided it was time to leave. But as we were leaving, I spotted Rick Bayless in a tent behind the cooking demonstration. He wasn’t in his chef’s coat and he was listening to his iPod. I knew he was trying to be left alone, but I also knew I would be kicking myself later if I didn’t at least try to talk to him.
So I went up to him and told him I was a fan, and asked if I could take a picture with him. And as tired as he was, he agreed. He’s a very gracious man and I am grateful to him for accommodating my craziness. I really did want to get a pic with him and shake his hand. I thanked him profusely and wished him a happy visit in San Antonio.
So that is the story of how I ate infected corn and probably freaked out Rick Bayless.
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