Chef was a 5ft 1inch thunder-storm. She was electric, caustic, irreverent, foul-mouthed and harder than a bent coffin nail. She kept her hair shaved tight back and sides and sported a jet-black 2 inch tall ‘full-hawk’ on top. She was insanely beautiful and ran The Kitchen like a rock-star, she was one of only a… Read More Rock & Roll Chicken, Jalepenos, lime & lager
“Chicken is a blank canvas, it’s there to be interfered with…….it needs to be…it needs to be brutalised and scandalised……I need to brutalise and scandalise my chicken Rory – lets go to work” Tony slid off the bags of flour stacked 4 tall in the dry store above the Kitchen, stubbed his Marbolo Red on… Read More The Scandalised Chicken Shred
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
“Jump you fucker” “Shut the fuck up you bunch of twats” “Jump, do it…do it now…the waters gonna drop” “Arrrgghh Jesus…why am I here……..you bastards” ‘Fat’ Eddie McKeown stood 25 feet above the North Atlantic on a out-cropping of cliff in a borrowed day-glow yellow wet suit staring directly down into the Devil’s Pot. The… Read More Eddies ‘Big Deal’ pasta
I learned curry at the hands of an Indian master named Shivani – a stunningly beautiful women from New Delhi who was instrumental in guiding me into the alchemy and storm that is cooking. I walked into her kitchen during the summer break of my 2nd year at University looking for a job washing pots,… Read More Chicken Vindaloo, the reason I cook and how she made it happen….