I found out last night at Anne's that Harold Dieterle, my favorite chef that won last season's Top Chef was just a few miles from my house at a festival downtown called "Fall for Greenville". He was teaching a one hour cooking show for anyone who wanted some ideas.
I had no idea.
It actually hurt to hear about it.
It's probably for the best, though. I'm sure I would have worn some stalker-like t-shirt and yelled out a number of times for his autograph.
I would have been pathetic.
Must..stop..talking..about..it. It's still quite painful.