Of course, this happened at a time when I was at an all-time creativity low. What the heck should I ask him? I frantically asked friends and readers for help. I was told Alton would call me at promptly 5:15, and at 5:14, my phone rang. Ahhhhhhh!
I’m sure he could tell I was super nervous, and it felt verrrrry awkward at the time, but it wasn’t so terrible. We bonded over our love for beets and brussels sprouts, and we chatted a bit about playing the saxophone (he still plays, I’m a quitter). I called him an “evil villain” for his hosting duties on “Cutthroat Kitchen.” He told me he hates cupcakes, and I played it cool and pretended like I don’t make cupcakes all of the time. And at one point, my dog did a parade around my chair while squeaking her loudest toy. My professionalism standards are unparalleled.