I began my circuitous culinary journey at the Lexington Market in Baltimore. It was the home of the DelMarVa (Delaware, Maryland, Virginia) chicken festival. The festival’s promoters hired a woman, sight unseen, to demonstrate the prize-winning fried chicken recipe. When she arrived there was no mistaking the fact she was absolutely gorgeous. The organizers were shocked. “Oh dear, this won’t do at all,” they declared. “What we need is somebody ordinary.”
That’s how I got the job.