As I mentioned yesterday, Toronto’s playing host to the Almost Famous Chef Competition. It’s a pretty big deal for aspiring chefs. The winner of this competition will go to Napa to compete in the finals for the title of Almost Famous Chef. Organizers are looking for a judge and have opened the field to food bloggers. Nothing in life is easy, of course; I have to explain why I should be chosen.
I’m not very good at self-promotion, so naturally, like anyone with an inferiority complex, I’ll sell myself by what I’m not:
I’m not Gordon Ramsay. I won’t yell at or belittle contestants.
I’m not Padma Lakshmi. You don’t want to see me in heels.
I’m not Tom Colicchio. I’ve got what my friends call a Quebecoif.
I’m not Alton Brown.I just can’t speak that quickly.
I’m not Anthony Bourdain. Which means if any of the chefs plan to serve a raw cobra’s heart, I should not be selected.
But I do love food; I love cooking it; and I love supporting tomorrow’s culinary leaders. Which means I’ll be a fair judge.
Besides, as a new Dad, I’m looking for ways to make my son proud. Being selected as judge for the Almost Famous Chef content might go a long way in that regard. Don’t do it for me, do it for my son.
But even if I don’t win, one loyal Eat My City fan will! If you haven’t noticed yet, we’re giving away dinner for two at Fabbrica to celebrate the Almost Famous Chef Contest.
