I was having drinks at a friend's house last night, who is a cuisto, the French slang for a cook. I don't think you'd say cuista for a woman, but whatever you want to call us, the conversation pretty much stayed on one topic: Food. We talked literally for hours while we drank brisk sauvignon blanc and picked apart an amazing wedge of 30 month-old Comté cheese from a giant wedge on a cutting block positioned strategically between us.
For some reason, the conversation turned to...
Published on April 03, 2010 16:20