Scoundrel, Racketeer, Listener, Storyteller.
I was a cook for years before I became a cook.
It happened a few months after finishing my apprenticeship, sitting at home an hour before…
Out in the woods one day, legs tired from a day of walking and my shoulders sore from a badly packed backpack, I met Erich.
The amazing happiness that comes from going back to Square One.
The Death Of Charlie, Substance before Style, And The American Chef