somewhere in time I have lost the need to write. I don't really know where it went. Maybe it went away in the day to day of being to busy at the two restaurants...maybe it is because I don't understand the response. Or feel the need to have one anymore.For the last eight months I have been ..
for myself this time. It’s been too long surviving on sandwiches and frozen pizza dressed up to represent something else. So, twice in one week I have actually made plates of food, garnished them and sat down for meals. Granted the plates have not been warmed, the table is still leaning ..
Was actually written about a week ago. Conversations have been had. Pie has been made. Ovens have broken. Guerrilla cooking offsite has been successful. Nothing has changed yet. Except some tentative mention of new plans. Coffee will be had. Schemes will hatch. That's the hope anyway. The trust ..
I hate it when mouth opens and foot inserts. Rough day at the office today. Too much to do, knew that going in, list grows, knew that would happen too, any chance of getting it all done? Not a chance in hell. Meeting time. Meeting about what? How we can all get along. ‘no one is expecting you ..
Yesterday was a day off yet the season of lists is upon us so I sat drinking mocha at a local cafe and compiled several. What to prep when, what needs to be special ordered, what recipes need to be compiled, what can be frozen in advance., when to have special order forms ready, what to replace ..