So, who HAVE I cooked for?

Tonight, watching Prince gyrate around during the Super Bowl halftime show, two thoughts came to mind:

1) "Hey, I've cooked for that wild guy" and 2) "Who cares?"

No one, really.
It's such a minescule, pitiful claim to fame; but somedays when I see a perfectly crisp zucchini tempura stick or a fluffy warm blueberry muffin flung worthlessly under the high chair by Noah, it helps to take a deep breath and remind myself that, once upon a time, I DID have clients that appreciated my cooking.

Prince was one of them.
I remember he was in town to perform at the Montreal International Jazz Festival and he ate at the swanky place where I was working at the time. He was a vegetarian.
Since we're on the topic, here are a few more...
Goldie Hawn, Charlie Hayden, Empress of Japan, Jacques Villeneuve, Greg Moore, Patrice Brisebois, Gerard Depardieu, Ricardo
and piles of Quebec celebs, but you wouldn't have a clue who they are. I never did, but usually noticed when my co-workers flipped out over names like Annie Broccoli or Julie Schnider.

So there, Noah.