I had a nightmare last night. I was cooking for Anthony Bourdain. I was twitching and spastic and sweating bullets (extra sodium, anyone?) because I wasn't sure if he would like my food. In the end, he thought the dishes were mediocre but he tried to be nice about it. It didn't seem like the typical Tony response, but I was just relieved to make it out of there alive.
The stupid nightmare was brought on because I watched several episodes of No Reservations that night and considered shelling out the $ to buy the DVD sets, which I covet, covet, covet.