You know it is, all you baby boomers out there with your disposable income and your lifetime memberships to Weight Watchers. We talk about pasta the way our parents used to exchange information about guest conductors. Paul Prudhomme and Wolfgang Puck are our heroes, not Zubin Mehta and Max Rudolph. The Boston Pops and Cincinnati Chamber Orchestra's maestro is just too nice and talented and young and cute to ignore. We read restaurant reviews the way other generations devoured critical essays about avant-garde art.
Food is adored and discussed, and recipes are passed along to friends like sheet music.
Food is not the thing before the performance. It is the main event. No wonder we're all fat. The National Center for Health Statistics says for the first time that overweight Americans are in the majority. And I'll bet a significant part of the minority is just temporarily thin.