So this blog has just restarted and it’s starting to look like the Obituaries but the recent deaths of John Bain and now Anthony Bourdain did mark me.
Tony, as I will allow myself to call him, did have an impact on my life as a writer. No he certainly didn’t give me the desire to write, that’s not a thing I want to do. But Food, Food with a capital F. not pretentious but delicious.
Being French this finally gave me someone I could relate to when it came to the types of food I love.
You see, although I love the 1,2,3 Michelin star restaurants and I love Foie Gras with a gorgeous Sauterne likely in large part due to my upbringing in France I also love a good hotdog, a great hamburger or a delicious Pho.
I love food and tastes of all sorts just like Tony. I love to taste local food where ever I am just like Tony. And just like Tony I don’t do it for the shock but to discover new things to cook at home, to enjoy other’s culture through my taste buds.
His death, I am sure, is a great loss to his family.
There will never be a new Bourdain book to read and that’s a loss to the world.