Recently I was at an event for PBS. I was sitting at a table with some friends, and my friend Ana Flores came to join us. Ana is a Latina woman whose husband I have never met.
Trust me, this detail matters.
Anna came to the table with a man who was a bit older than she, somewhat paunchy, but also clearly Latino. They both greeted my friends as old friends and I assumed this was her husband. He introduced himself as Jose. I shook his hand and maintained total disinterest. I was tired and I just wanted to be with my girlfriends, I didn’t want to meet anyone. I wasn’t in the mood to meet Ana’s husband Jose.
Jose then left our table and took his place at the podium. Chef Jose Andres. Nice.