There is a fat, lazy pigeon on the roof-top 20 feet away… he’s eyeballing me…tucked in between a faded green bucket and some forgotten terracotta roof tiles. He looks comfortable and at home in the heat of this Catalan dusk, I’m not….. I rest my chin on my arms leaning on the wall of… Read More Ceviche and getting ‘lost’ in Barcelona
6 people in this ratty movie theater. 6 people including me and Tony. We occupy the center aisle mid-point seats – bulls-eye position to get the full movie experience..no immediate neighbors….and none likely to bother us on a wet Tuesday afternoon in November..but should any unwitting soul dare venture near us then the sight… Read More “I’m hungry…let’s get a Taco….”
Dave leaned closer, narrowed his eyes and delivered his long held and fiercely defended mantra……….. “You can’t learn from a fucking book………..you can only ‘know stuff’………without tactile experience you’re just taking information on board. Take Karate for example, I bought the book ‘Karate – Kill people with a Single Punch’ and all I learned how to… Read More Pork Stroganoff …….. my tricky Russian phase..
Circa 1995. 6am. April. North coast. Stress levels – defcon 5. The Season is just starting…………. It takes exactly 27 minutes for the Kitchen to warm up if I crank on all 12 oven burners now, that’s enough time. I need to change, smoke, get caffeinated, smoke, run the order list, oversee deliveries and start prep…and… Read More The perfect Spatchcocked, Oven-BBQ’d Chicken
“They will be ready…..when they are ready…..com-pree-hendo”? the faux Mexican accent was abit weird…. Chef balled her fist and playfully sunk it knuckles first into my sternum, her play-fighting was most men’s street brawling. That fucking hurt but my 21-year-old ego fueled by plentiful and erratic hormones refused to show the pain of… Read More The 5 hour Pork Shoulder & The Girl from Ipanema’s arse……(go figure)