"I'm not high-maintenance," Diana Kennedy said with a gleam in her eye. "I've got high standards. There's a difference."
Kennedy, 87, was at a momentary standstill in the kitchen at Cooks of Crocus Hill in St. Paul, where staff members from the cooking school were prepping food for her presentation later that evening.
"The meat is low-fat. I'm unhappy about that," she said of the meat filling that was intended for the stuffed jalapeño. Then she headed over to the stock pot and took a sip of the broth. "This is not as strong as it should be." Kennedy reached for a sauté pan and cooked some chicken livers before adding water to simmer the meat. "This will make it stronger."
"Do you have sea salt? Not that awful kosher salt," she asked Karl Benson, owner of Cooks, who was helping with the prep.
"Where are the wooden spoons?" she asked. "I don't like cooking with plastic."
"You're doing that all wrong," she said to the staff, exasperated, her arms in the air, her head shaking.
Yes, indeed, Diana Kennedy has high standards. "It takes us about six months to recover from her visits," said Benson with a smile.
Kennedy, one of the last of the cooking legends, was on a one-month tour promoting her new book. The opinionated, some might say demanding, author had recently fired her agent and organized the tour on her own, often staying with friends as she promoted what can only be called her masterpiece.