Watch your back, Bobby Flay! Your replacement is waiting in the wings.
My 8-year-old nephew David is an aspiring chef (although he alternates between that and wanting to be a construction worker, which I suppose makes sense, since both involve building things and working with your hands).
Yesterday, Chef David treated the family to a special dinner he prepared himself, with the help of his sous chef, Joe (aka Dad).
We arrived at the "restaurant" -- aptly named We Make It, You Eat it -- right on time, per the request of Chef David. (Apparently, it's a very popular restaurant, and they keep things to a very tight schedule...)
The appetizer was a delicious bruschetta, topped with freshly shredded cheese:
Chef David then prepared for us a very special entree, steak and spaghetti (or pasghetti, depending on your age):
The evening did hit a snag when Chef David realized he did not have the necessary ingredients for the dessert he had planned, fruit smoothies. However, Sous Chef Joe had prepared for this by purchasing Portuguese custard pies that morning. What a good sous chef! Chef David, give that man a raise!
Following dinner, Comedian David regaled us with his favorite knock-knock jokes, and his sister Claudia provided an impassioned rendition of Cee Lo Green's "Forget You." It was a wonderful night.
On my way out, I thanked the chef, who hugged me and thanked me for coming -- and then looked me right in the eyes and asked, "Where's my tip?"