You know you're a CH when.....
I'm not sure if this makes me a chowhound, but stuff like this happens with me all the time...and makes me chuckle to myself.
I was watching a movie today (A Perfect Murder, for the movie buffs)...and one rather big, and gory scene was taking place in the kitchen...and the prominent thought in my head was ...."wow that's a great kitchen, I wish I had a kitchen like that...look at that knife block"...
...and it wasn't because I was bored with the movie either...
throw yours out !
I was at a special event and our table was beginning to eat the expensively catered dinner. Everyone around me was oohing and aahing over the food. I was thinking the quality of the chicken was poor, too much orange and not enough ginger in the vinagrette, cranberries were a poor addition to the salad, too much salt and not enough curry in the sausage/curry soup, a touch of mango would have been nice in the soup, gee the sausage tastes homemade, and so on -- all in a brief amount of time, like maybe a couple minutes.
I was at an art museum last week. I was so engrossed by the still life studies of markets and serving tables covered with fruit, vegetable and game that the artist/technique was barely in my awareness!
My wallet was happy that their cafe had closed!
My mom is a chowhound too. One year she decorated a small christmas tree with tiny yellow lights and little cooking utensils she had collected over a period of a couple of years. She even found a tiny wisk.