Tales from Cheffing Around
“We just pulled up,” I said into my phone as Francis and I parked a half block past the hotel’s entrance. “We’re a bit early, but we’d love to check in if that’s possible.” I was squinting at the street parking sign, trying to calibrate …
The kalua pork butt, massaged vigorously with thick flakes of Hawaiian pink salt and impaled by many garlic cloves, spent 5 hours on a rack above smokey hardwood, and was then wrapped in banana leaves and set in a 325 degree oven for another 4 …
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, …
“We just pulled up,” I said into my phone as Francis and I parked a half block past the hotel’s entrance. “We’re a bit early, but we’d love to check in if that’s possible.” I was squinting at the street parking sign, trying to calibrate …