Tales from Cheffing Around
My phone rings. I’m begrudgingly scrolling through thumbnail pics of my food to see if they’re worth uploading to my website. It’s a dreary day outside, and I have sunk into the dead-brain funk of my slowest work season. This is an annual winter condition, …
Heavy-duty steel wire racks displayed harnesses of all kinds– leather and vinyl, with mouth cages and bits, extra-large and teensy-weensy. There were collars too, baskets of them on the showroom floor—utilitarian, leathery and studded, pink and frilly. Feathery poofs on the ends of thin plastic …
My flight into BWI was an hour and a half late. “Just touched down,” I texted my parents, who had flown in from Italy the night before. My mom texted back, “Since your flight was late, we have to go directly to the restaurant. We’ll …
My phone rings. I’m begrudgingly scrolling through thumbnail pics of my food to see if they’re worth uploading to my website. It’s a dreary day outside, and I have sunk into the dead-brain funk of my slowest work season. This is an annual winter condition, …