This book started with a problem: I didn’t know what to eat.
In two decades of writing about food, I’ve have had the pleasure and
privilege of interviewing many of the world’s greatest chefs while studying
their secrets for making food taste great.
My work-related eating (including
wine-tasting lunches and dinners) often took me to the dining rooms of
DANIEL, Le Bernardin, and Per Se—or, during a year spent eating at chefs’
favorite restaurants from coast to coast, sampling In-N-Out burgers, porkand-crab soup dumplings, and both Pat’s and Geno’s cheese steaks.
My life
included an endless pursuit of deliciousness, and I was always thrilled to
discover what I’d learn from the next bite.
But as more and more headlines
trumpeted the relationship between nutrition and wellness, it dawned on me
that for someone who ate for a living, I’d thought surprisingly little about
what to put in my body to keep myself healthy when I wasn’t busy eating for
professional reasons.
After I lost both my father and stepmother to cancer between 2006 and
2009, I couldn’t help thinking about my own half-century birthday looming
on the horizon.
It finally occurred to me, for the first time in my life, that I
might want to start including healthfulness as a criterion for choosing what to
eat.