Before and after feasting I found myself craving food. I am far from underfed but I found myself binging. Yep, that was me on the right perusing the 7 pies on the Thanksgiving buffet line: cherry, apple, pear, pumpkin, chocolate, walnut and blueberry. Binging not as in an eating disorder but rather binging on a tv show, a food show, no less. I finished it over the holiday weekend.
Whether you are a foodie/not this new Netflix series is worth your while. It's called The Final Table where the winner will cook his/her heart out to share a table with 9 of the world's most famous chefs.
One reviewer summarized the show as "MasterChef and a splash of Iron Chef and add them into a pressure cooker with the annoying set of ABC’s The Taste plus American Idol‘s lighting design, and then forget to seal the pressure cooker and keep it far away from any heat source, and the resulting wet mash is Netflix’s The Final Table. "
I never got to see all of those other shows so I was impressed with this show's 24 chefs/12 pair international teams of chefs competing in creating international cuisine from the country of the week including Mexico, Spain, Great Britain, Brazil, India, USA, Italy, Japan and France. The creativity and plating are pieces of art along with the interesting participants's backgrounds and gastronomic cultural food descriptions.
To begin the elimination process three of each country's well known personalities serve on a panel of judges. These famous entertainers and a food critic choose a popular dish from their respective country which the teams will emulate. This trio will pick their favorite team and teams, leaving the 3 bottom teams to create another dish. That runoff dish is chosen by a famous chef from that county. Then, the least favorite of those 3 is goes home. After 8 countries, the last 2 teams competing will then compete as individuals for a final winner to join the Final Table with the world's top chefs.
I'm not going to spoil which foods were chosen as that's part of the excitement but you've find yourself craving some very unusual dishes/ at least wondering how they might taste...
The weakest link for me was knowing sometimes which of the different celebrities were whom. They would be announced in descriptions and then their names were provided before they were on stage. Not lots of personality drama but some.
But no matter, let me know how you liked this show.
Last week on the Viterbo campus we had a very special Cultural Diversity symposium which filled not only the Fine Arts auditorium but also the entire morning beginning with a moving documentary called Clínica de migrantes: Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness 2017. 
Before and after feasting I found myself craving food. I am far from underfed but I found myself binging. Yep, that was me on the right perusing the 7 pies on the Thanksgiving buffet line: cherry, apple, pear, pumpkin, chocolate, walnut and blueberry. Binging not as in an eating disorder but rather binging on a tv show, a food show, no less. I finished it over the holiday weekend. 
FOTO FRIDAY involves helping me clear some space... mental and physical space of that magnet of that workroom desk buried under piles of projects. Papers needing to be refiled, scrapbooking items- you know photos, craft paper, stickers, items which need a new home and the unfinished projects like the green couch's pillows. Its worn cases tossed in the summer after removing the design material, new slip covers ordered and now pinned with the designer fabric.
Flashback to Jean's 84th birthday when she mused wanting to know who would be at her funeral... Friends decided to throw together a surprise party and we filled the upper dining room at Piggy's.
Sorry, life super-ceded you getting to meet the entire mannequin gang earlier from the $13,000 + fundraising efforts of Light Up a Life for individuals with Down Syndrome and Developmental Disabilities which was held in the beautiful historic art deco Winona National Bank in downtown Winona, Minnesota on October 18th.
Fast Eydie
Natureman was working on building another fire in the fireplace and had gone to our paper pile for some starter paper. It's usually old mail, more than newspapers. But I notice as he sits by the fireplace starting to tear flyers apart, a Southern Living magazine with the title 'Savor the South', their August issue no less. Somehow it had escaped my perusing at the end of the summer and now during a dreary mid afternoon with a light snow flurry blowing around that magazine looked really good. I rescued it from the flames of course.
While that cooked I put some green beans on the stove top to cook while I pan fried the fish and tossed the salad with the dressing before we sat down to