D.C. METRO

No, this is not a post about mass transportation in the Washington area. Nope, D.C. Metro is a term that has been fairly, or unfairly, applied to me. Before I delve into why, let me state up front - I'm all man. Look up man in the dictionary, and there's a picture of me in front of Hooters, holding fresh kill from the hunt. Ok, so I'm exaggerating - but haven't you come to expect that from my previous posts?

Anyway, this man also loves to cook, likes to dress well, enjoys the arts, loves to sing and dance, etc. As a consequence, my female friends have labelled me "metro-sexual." While the term may have merit, it sounds awfully close to another label that most men have been avoiding since junior high. So I have a collection of Mezlan shoes. So my jeans say I'm Lucky. I can also sing along with Les Miserable and prepare basil in a perfect chiffonade. Sure, I'd have a better chance telling you who played the lead role in Sunset Blvd. (Glenn Close) than who was the winning quaterback in last year's Super Bowl. What does it all mean? Guess it means I'm D.C. Metro.

So I'll send you off with a little metro tip. Next time you want to impress with dessert, wrap pieces of banana in spring-roll wrappers. Fry them until they're golden brown. Cut and arrange them around vanilla or coconut ice-cream. Drizzle with honey and/or chocolate and garnish with berries or mint. Voila, metro stylin' in the kitchen.