In a near-perfect world, my evenings would unfold something like this. I'd bike or stroll home from my personally fulfilling and financially rewarding job to our spacious modern apartment. There, I'd survey the array of fine fresh and local ingredients and assemble dinner in my state-of-the-art kitchen. We would enjoy this fine repast, along with a bottle of good wine, while leisurely taking in our magnificent views from our floor-to-ceiling windows and trading
bon mots over our vintage harvest table.