Post by K-Chan on Jun 24, 2006 19:07:30 GMT -5
Although this post does involve Sakai-san, it does in a way which is a little more unusual. I'm not sure if this counts as adoration, but I had a very vivid dream with him recently. I meant to make this my 50th post, but unfortunately I just remembered to do so. I like to record my dreams down in a journal, so I can remember everything in detail. I cleaned it up slightly so it's easier to read.
Sorry if I sound a little long winded. ^^;;
The dream began in a white restaurant (how appropriate), and what I mean by white restaurant is that everything but the food, staff and cutlery was white.
I personally wasn't there to eat, but to take pictures for this food critic that wrote for some big newspaper. I had this older, bulkier SLR camera with a few roles of film in the case. There were 6 dishes laid across the table she and I were sitting at – very complex and colourful. I kept talking about how I loved the use of colours in the chef's dishes, not knowing who the chef was. I remember having a bit of difficulty because the place was a bit noisy and crowded, too.
The food critic left me for a few minutes to finish taking my photographs (probably to find the bathroom), but I was soon interrupted by one of the waiters tapping on my shoulder. He told me that the head chef wanted to speak to meet me in the backroom. Confused but flattered, I allowed the waiter drag me along to the backroom to meet this elusive chef he spoke of.
He tossed me into the backroom, which happened to be this very chic red room, probably for private parties or VIP customers. I rubbed my eyes and complained to myself how red this room was – Red walls, red floor, red tables, red Iron Chef.
Wait a tick, red Iron Chef?
I rubbed my eyes again and he was still in the same spot. There was Sakai-san grinning away with his hand extended towards mine. I bowed and gave him a good, firm handshake. I was surprised that one: he wasn’t wearing that silly hat and two: he spoke fluent English; with just a bit of an accent (of course this is but a dream). He also insisted on showing me around the remainder of his restaurant. A perfect opportunity, since he asked me to take as many pictures as I wanted, as long as I did a favour for him afterward. (Hey! He should be paying me!)
Sakai-san leaned into the bottom of my view screen several times (He was shorter than me by about 3 inches. Not unlikely, I’m just short of 5’10”). He seemed to befriend my camera. We spent quite a bit of time in the kitchen, since he had to finish up a couple of things. Of course I didn't mind. I was really excited that I was able to capture my favourite Iron Chef in action, along with the other chefs in the kitchen.
That favour he mentioned earlier? Pealing potatoes in the backroom! After I finished taking my photos, Sakai-san handed me a bag full, a bowl to dump the skins and a paring knife. He said he would spend his break with me, which he did, and the two of us spoke the whole time, too. He was extremely amicable and easy to talk to. I felt as if I was talking to my Uncle and even pointed out to him that he resembled my Uncle Peter (now that I think about it, he does. It’s not a striking resemblance, but they have similar features).
The dream ended boldly. After I finished peeling the potatoes, I walked over to him and removed his yellow necktie. He didn't seem to mind and suggested that I try it on. I tied it around my neck and pulled out a mirror from my pocket. It looked pretty, so I decided to keep it for myself. Sakai-san wasn't offended at all, strangely enough. He just grinned and waved as I left the backroom and walked into another dream, completely unrelated to this one.
I guess the point of me ranting on about some dream is that it reminded me of the reason why I like Sakai-san the most, and I like to let people discet my dreams. Of course he's a fantastic chef, and call me unrational, but it's his little idiosyncrasies that make him such a joy to watch. For example:
- Everytime a secret ingredient is revealed he always makes some sort of goofy facial expression or action. It’s especially great when gets a really difficult ingredient. The lotus root, octopus and sweetfish battles come to my mind.
- When he moves around Kitchen Stadium, he sort of bounces or saunters about rather than just walk. It's painfully adorable.
- The circle moulds! I love when he uses the circle moulds.
Well, there you have it. The end of my rant. Any of you have anything to add to my list? Any dreams to share? Did I scare you?
Sorry if I sound a little long winded. ^^;;
The dream began in a white restaurant (how appropriate), and what I mean by white restaurant is that everything but the food, staff and cutlery was white.
I personally wasn't there to eat, but to take pictures for this food critic that wrote for some big newspaper. I had this older, bulkier SLR camera with a few roles of film in the case. There were 6 dishes laid across the table she and I were sitting at – very complex and colourful. I kept talking about how I loved the use of colours in the chef's dishes, not knowing who the chef was. I remember having a bit of difficulty because the place was a bit noisy and crowded, too.
The food critic left me for a few minutes to finish taking my photographs (probably to find the bathroom), but I was soon interrupted by one of the waiters tapping on my shoulder. He told me that the head chef wanted to speak to meet me in the backroom. Confused but flattered, I allowed the waiter drag me along to the backroom to meet this elusive chef he spoke of.
He tossed me into the backroom, which happened to be this very chic red room, probably for private parties or VIP customers. I rubbed my eyes and complained to myself how red this room was – Red walls, red floor, red tables, red Iron Chef.
Wait a tick, red Iron Chef?
I rubbed my eyes again and he was still in the same spot. There was Sakai-san grinning away with his hand extended towards mine. I bowed and gave him a good, firm handshake. I was surprised that one: he wasn’t wearing that silly hat and two: he spoke fluent English; with just a bit of an accent (of course this is but a dream). He also insisted on showing me around the remainder of his restaurant. A perfect opportunity, since he asked me to take as many pictures as I wanted, as long as I did a favour for him afterward. (Hey! He should be paying me!)
Sakai-san leaned into the bottom of my view screen several times (He was shorter than me by about 3 inches. Not unlikely, I’m just short of 5’10”). He seemed to befriend my camera. We spent quite a bit of time in the kitchen, since he had to finish up a couple of things. Of course I didn't mind. I was really excited that I was able to capture my favourite Iron Chef in action, along with the other chefs in the kitchen.
That favour he mentioned earlier? Pealing potatoes in the backroom! After I finished taking my photos, Sakai-san handed me a bag full, a bowl to dump the skins and a paring knife. He said he would spend his break with me, which he did, and the two of us spoke the whole time, too. He was extremely amicable and easy to talk to. I felt as if I was talking to my Uncle and even pointed out to him that he resembled my Uncle Peter (now that I think about it, he does. It’s not a striking resemblance, but they have similar features).
The dream ended boldly. After I finished peeling the potatoes, I walked over to him and removed his yellow necktie. He didn't seem to mind and suggested that I try it on. I tied it around my neck and pulled out a mirror from my pocket. It looked pretty, so I decided to keep it for myself. Sakai-san wasn't offended at all, strangely enough. He just grinned and waved as I left the backroom and walked into another dream, completely unrelated to this one.
I guess the point of me ranting on about some dream is that it reminded me of the reason why I like Sakai-san the most, and I like to let people discet my dreams. Of course he's a fantastic chef, and call me unrational, but it's his little idiosyncrasies that make him such a joy to watch. For example:
- Everytime a secret ingredient is revealed he always makes some sort of goofy facial expression or action. It’s especially great when gets a really difficult ingredient. The lotus root, octopus and sweetfish battles come to my mind.
- When he moves around Kitchen Stadium, he sort of bounces or saunters about rather than just walk. It's painfully adorable.
- The circle moulds! I love when he uses the circle moulds.
Well, there you have it. The end of my rant. Any of you have anything to add to my list? Any dreams to share? Did I scare you?