I love prime rib but it must be rare, which is hard for me to find since the original Palm at 837 Second Avenue closed. This is my list of favorite foods from my 2013 self-portrait in essay form, published to medium in late 2020 https://medium.com/p/7bdac6f1510e:

"Let’s lighten up for a minute. Mallomars are my favorite cookie — wonderful mixture of rich, dark chocolate, fluffy marshmallow and thin graham cracker crust. Yum.

Thick and rare prime rib at The Palm (the original, where I am painted on the wall), the juices of the rare meat infusing and richly flavoring the dark, tender and crusted outside.

Toro, melting in my mouth with a hint of specially-crafted-for-sashimi soy sauce and a dab of fresh wasabi.

Uni. I don’t know how to describe the unique flavor and texture — I just love it.

Warm zabaglione prepared tableside and poured over raspberries and blackberries. Decadently delicious."

I always try to entice people to read that 18-minute essay. Here's the intro note I added this past October:

"Do you fondly recall your firstborn? I speak not of children but of personal writing. This is mine and I love it more than anything I have written since. Doesn’t mean it’s my best piece, but it’s damn good, and some of it certainly feels downloaded and foreshadowed much that has followed. I covered a wide range of topics from heavy — substance abuse, depression, suicide, and codependency — to light — love, my children, my favorite foods, and my favorite music and lyrics. A true self-portrait in essay form. The good, the bad, the ugly — and the beautiful. I wrote it in December 2013. Published it on Medium in 2020. As Conni Walkup Hull

reminded me yesterday when I read her You Don’t Need Permission to Tell Your Story, You own everything that happened to you, this is my story. A few of you have read it. I share it now with all of my subscribers (at least the ones that Medium will not fail to email) and I hope you enjoy it and get something out of it. I did. It’s my story."