As I was chopping vegetables the other day, and at the same time planning on what spices would work well with the cheese tortellini I planned in the soup I was creating, I had the realization that I was, once again, just playing restaurant. Remember when, as young children, we forced the adults in our lives to sit down and order from our imaginary restaurant and then wait for the imaginary food to arrive on plastic mis-matched tableware? I did this as a child, became the grown-up for my kids thirty years ago and now play it with my grandchildren. Lucky, privileged me.