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desperanceApparently I have a new favourite movie.
M'wife and I went out on a date last night. We went to a proper movie theatre, and had hotdogs and popcorn and everything. And we saw Chef, which - oh, people. I am short of words, for the simple unutterable pleasures of this movie. It may be a little short of dramatic tension - basically nothing goes wrong for anyone at any point, even the meltdown which fuels the set-up is a blessing in disguise, and everybody loves everybody and with good reason because they're all awesome* - but that's okay, sometimes I just want feelgood, and nothing feels better than this. Even the kid was a real pleasure - and the kitchens! The food! The batterie de cuisine! The food! I kept whispering to Karen: "I want to cook that." "I want to cook like that." "I want to go shopping for pans and stoves and stuff in a place like that."
Eventually it worked up to "If I learn to drive, can I have a food truck?"
To which she may in fact have said yes.
But actually, I realised afterwards, this is not what I really want. What I really want is a food boat. Does anybody actually do this, where you sail up and down the coast and feed people in every port? Take-away lunches on the quayside, leisurely dinners aboard? I really, really want to do that.
I'll probably just end up writing about it, that's what usually happens. That's okay too, but right now? Right now I want a boat. With a commercial kitchen. And an ocean.
*Except Dustin Hoffman, who's a dick. But that's okay too. If the only dick in your life's movie is Dustin Hoffman, you're doing all right.
M'wife and I went out on a date last night. We went to a proper movie theatre, and had hotdogs and popcorn and everything. And we saw Chef, which - oh, people. I am short of words, for the simple unutterable pleasures of this movie. It may be a little short of dramatic tension - basically nothing goes wrong for anyone at any point, even the meltdown which fuels the set-up is a blessing in disguise, and everybody loves everybody and with good reason because they're all awesome* - but that's okay, sometimes I just want feelgood, and nothing feels better than this. Even the kid was a real pleasure - and the kitchens! The food! The batterie de cuisine! The food! I kept whispering to Karen: "I want to cook that." "I want to cook like that." "I want to go shopping for pans and stoves and stuff in a place like that."
Eventually it worked up to "If I learn to drive, can I have a food truck?"
To which she may in fact have said yes.
But actually, I realised afterwards, this is not what I really want. What I really want is a food boat. Does anybody actually do this, where you sail up and down the coast and feed people in every port? Take-away lunches on the quayside, leisurely dinners aboard? I really, really want to do that.
I'll probably just end up writing about it, that's what usually happens. That's okay too, but right now? Right now I want a boat. With a commercial kitchen. And an ocean.
*Except Dustin Hoffman, who's a dick. But that's okay too. If the only dick in your life's movie is Dustin Hoffman, you're doing all right.