I realized I was a grown-up when we brought my daughter home from the hospital. I walked upstairs and found my wife clipping the baby’s fingernails.

I remember thinking, “holy shit, that little thing can’t even clip her own fingernails” and realizing just how responsible we would have to be.

I had a similar realization when having some beers with old friends, having a blast, and realized we were talking about recent appliance purchases.

For some reason, I like the idea of my hip-hop posse consisting entirely of chefs. Perhaps because I’d like my own hip-hop name to be Foo-Dee.

Anthony Bourdain
because he’s a badass and I’d really like him to guide me around the globe, smoking and drinking along the way.

Mark Bittman
because he’s the one I’d like to actually prepare my food

Tom Colicchio
because he knows Padma.