Grant Achatz is big in our house. A frequent dinner table conversation goes something like this:
Five-year-old Blaise: “I am the great chef Grant Achatz. Here is my creation!” (Displays bagel topped with cream cheese, bacon, frozen blueberries.)
Seven-year-old Beau: “No, I am Grant Achatz. I am the greatest chef in the world!”
Blaise: “No, Mommy is Grant Achatz!”
Beau: “Yeah, Mommy, you are Grant Achatz!”
Apparently, I am raising total food geeks.