Wow...you think you're a nervous cook? How'd you like to be in NYC where dinner parties...and the food that is served at them...are the new arbiters of cultural standing. Serving the wrong cheese is apparently cause for social seppuku. Check out this quote: "There is a specific cachet that only a fiddlehead fern can convey. Saying, ‘I got this olive oil from this specific region in Greece,’ is like talking about what kind of car you have. And people don’t want to be associated with the wrong kind of olive oil." Holy shit, can you say perspective??
Here in Portland it's so much easier, where the only thing that agitates my friends is if the wine bottle on te table is half empty and I haven't made a move to open a new one. Read this story in this morning's NYT, and be glad you're not one of them...egad!