Having lost much of my sense of taste as a result of oral cancer surgery, I can tell you I’m so glad I had a chance to eat at Cyrus prior to my illness, back when it was in Healdsburg. It was truly an amazing taste, flavor and presentation experience; not something I would do every day even if I could afford it, but super glad to have experienced it.
I can tell you that facing my impending surgery, I did savor my food more contemplating the possible loss of my sense of taste. It’s just another loss that comes with time. But having said that I also have to acknowledge the wisdom and life experiences gained with that same passage of time. It is the trade of a life lived long enough to realize it is a trade.
I am trying not to think of the seared morsel of foie gras... Sounds so wonderful. When I taught English at the JC, one of the assignments I gave to students who were reluctant to write was a series of questions from the book My Last Supper 50 Great Chefs and Their Final Meals. The questions, besides what would be your last meal, were: What would be the setting for your last meal? What would you drink? Would there be music? Who would be your dining companions(dead or alive)? Who would prepare the meal? It's a fun exercise, and surprising to me were that a lot of chefs chose simple home made favorites, prepared by themselves. You are so right that the last meal contains emotion. It also was a great way to get students to begin writing.
Having lost much of my sense of taste as a result of oral cancer surgery, I can tell you I’m so glad I had a chance to eat at Cyrus prior to my illness, back when it was in Healdsburg. It was truly an amazing taste, flavor and presentation experience; not something I would do every day even if I could afford it, but super glad to have experienced it.
I can tell you that facing my impending surgery, I did savor my food more contemplating the possible loss of my sense of taste. It’s just another loss that comes with time. But having said that I also have to acknowledge the wisdom and life experiences gained with that same passage of time. It is the trade of a life lived long enough to realize it is a trade.
I am trying not to think of the seared morsel of foie gras... Sounds so wonderful. When I taught English at the JC, one of the assignments I gave to students who were reluctant to write was a series of questions from the book My Last Supper 50 Great Chefs and Their Final Meals. The questions, besides what would be your last meal, were: What would be the setting for your last meal? What would you drink? Would there be music? Who would be your dining companions(dead or alive)? Who would prepare the meal? It's a fun exercise, and surprising to me were that a lot of chefs chose simple home made favorites, prepared by themselves. You are so right that the last meal contains emotion. It also was a great way to get students to begin writing.