As we were all gathered around the coffee table chatting, I asked my friend Rebecca what she had been up to. She told us she had recently worked some swank party for 500 or so guests that had employed some 80 chefs, Rebecca being one of them. Apparently, it was so swank that she was not allowed to specify names or locations. What she did mention, however, was that she was in charge of making fritto misto for all 500 guests. In other words, fried seafood platters for the entire population of Dow City, Iowa. "Wow. five hundred?" I asked, "How many bags of Fritos did you go through?"