OK, it's early, my mind is fogged, can this be true? We've followed the blogs that have lead to book contracts. Julie/Julia, of course, not to mention the movie. Adam Roberts came through with an excellent book . Orangette has chronicled the progress of hers, just out!, not to mention her flourishing freelance career. All of these folks worthy of the task of publishing in the hardcover world. But this? A blog leading not to more writing work but to being tossed into the chasm of what she was writing about from the safety of blog and home, a nightmare come true? Start a blog and get thrown/dared/fuck-you'd onto the line of one of the most coveted positions in professional cooking? Given the nature of the chef and his anything goes approach to life and general unpredictability, combined with the quality of everything he's set his hand to—who knows?! I still can't believe it. I haven't been in touch since the Marco White business last fall. Carol, are these what your coy remarks were about? Someone in Chicago, Monica, Marc, Nagrant, Chicago Reader, please check this out. This could be a first. If she's holding her own on the line, I'll eat my calcium chloride and sodium alginate. Or are those passe by now?! (What are the new self-encapsulaters?!) This is just too much. Alinea NOT at home.