I don’t play well with others in my kitchen.

However, since I just completed my study schedule for the next 3 months and the *Food* category received the axe from my list, perhaps it’s time to allow a personal chef to provide me with sustenance one day a week.

Let’s pick Wednesdays (aka 4-class Hell days)

Smoked salmon entree - Guillaume at Bennelong

Breakfast
I consider myself to be somewhat of an Eggs Benedict connoisseur. Surprisingly, it’s the one dish I do not prepare well, so I will have chosen my personal chef based on their adeptness at creating this dish. I plan on him getting fancy with my one-day-of-heaven per week allowance. But a smoked salmon mousse variety with a lemony sauce and topped with capers and onion will do.

Lunch
I have exactly 30 minutes of break time during Wednesdays. The rumor is that my school sponsors Hot Dog Wednesdays outside by the lake. Since I like the water, I’ll probably venture out and it’s possible that in my frenzied, sleep-deprived state, I may consider a glutinous, squishy bun full of processed animal guts.

My chef must stop this.

I’m thinking a delicate boxed lunch. No cold cuts, please! Maybe some coconut-lime shrimp salad on a flaky whole wheat croissant. Or, perhaps my chef can whip up Tognol Tuna salad with Lemon and Cherries (read: crack for Jess).

Dinner
How nice it will be to arrive home and find a chilled glass of Albarino (or Amarone, depending on the weather that day). A few soft goat cheese varieties or other apps like avocado and shrimp stuffed deviled eggs. Maybe some home made sushi made with eel and watercress. Or smoked salmon mousse on toast points with tiny bits of chives!

Then, my chef will present a fabulously prepared fish. No sauce. I’m looking for fresh, magical, melt in your mouth Florida fish. Save the calories for dessert.

After running or yoga-ing, I hope to find a delightful creation baked to perfection. Still warm and awaiting ice cream. Chez Chef can’t go wrong with a coconut cake or tres leches. He need not get creative if he’s smart enough to rip-off a Lemoncello torte or strawberry shortcake!

It’s possible that even I can play nice and open my kitchen for a little pampering. IF he doesn’t mess with my spices, or rearrange my cabinets, or basically, touch anything ,-)