Breaking Bread with Breaking Bad

The Moroccan folding screen in my room has skirts, sweaters, beaded tops, and jeans draped all over it. I emptied my closet and dresser trying on everything I had that said, “I’m sophisticated, creative, intelligent and sexy,” or any combination thereof. I was going to dinner with a stranger who I wanted to impress. It took me forever to find the right combination, to be over or under dressed would be a nightmare. I finally decided on leggings, a short dress, a soft Eighties inspired jacket that matched the leopard print shoes I adore. I blew my hair dry. When I bother to whip out the dryer to give my hair volume, you know it is a momentous occasion.

I texted Sarah to tell her I was having dinner with Michelle MacLaren and Peter Gould of Breaking Bad. She wrote back, essentially, “I don’t know who they are or have any knowledge of that show.”

Well, even if Sarah doesn’t know who they are, I was still thrilled to have dinner with practitioners whose work I really admire. The dinner was a delight.


**(Random detail: The lights went out in the restaurant right before they arrived and I was a little bit sad when they came back on because the candles the owner put out had such an ambience and that story would have been fantastic.)