I just finished reading High Fidelity by Nick Hornby, which is full of Top Five Lists. I love the scene near the end when Rob is asked to name his five favorite records. As he says, it’s a question he’s been waiting for all his life, so why does he choke?
It’s not necessarily that “five” is too limiting (after all no one wants to hear your top 100 list), but it shifts each time another title is considered, creating a need to clarify “top five”: at the club, home, etc.
I’m sitting in my office surrounded by cookbooks (piled on my desk, in stacks beside my desk, crammed into the book shelves) thinking about my top five, and the list changes every time I get to three. Here’s my Top Five List of my Top Five Cookbooks:
Talk about avoiding commitment, I think I just pulled a Rob.
Change in our kitchens
Reflections on cooking — and a career that’s based largely at the stove.
Flatbreads from around the continent
Beyond a supporting role
The great Sicilian-Neapolitan kitchen rivalry
Five ideas each month for eating better