A man in scrubs took a seat beside me on a park bench just outside the entrance to the Stanford Medical Center Emergency Department. I recognized the man. I worked as a valet parking attendant (strange service for an Emergency Room but that’s another story) and our paths had crossed…

Marley was working as my sous chef. She was around 3 feet tall. Her gold curls would bounce around her face and she would press them out of the way with the back of her palm and squeak, “Ryan, what are you making”. I was making a peach pie. I…

If you’ve been around restaurant people for a meaningful amount of time, you’ve probably heard the sentiment at least, “Everyone should work in a restaurant”. What it really means though, is that everyone should somehow develop the empathy to never, ever do any of this shit… Disrespect the staff —…

Hint… They suck. You coulda missed it pretty easily if you haven’t paid much attention to this particular crevice of the internet. But digital recipes suck. For starters, the recipe itself has problems; the concept alone, regardless of format. A recipe is a static document in a dynamic world. …

My major malfunction is that I once spent 10 years in a kitchen. And I was a good cook. When I was a baby, my Father would drive me in the middle of the night to this small pub. It’s still there I think. My Dad would set me up…

I was making Juk (Rice Porridge, Congee, whatever you wanna call it). It occurred to me that I would like to have some crispy garlic chips to serve as a topping.