This is a post I’ve made for my Greenville Tech Culinary students so we may discuss the origins of spices and the varieties of different fruits and vegetables.
The dining room door burst open, and Buddy Clay bolted into the kitchen. His eyes practically jumped out of their sockets, and he looked like he had just seen a ghost.“Malik! Hanford! Get in here. We’re in deep shit!”Chuck and I turned off the burners, checked the ovens then joined Buddy at the bar where […]
Your favorite Chef recorded a few interviews with my fellow WCK volunteers and here there are in the latest episode of the Tin Roof Farm Radio Show. If you enjoy then please share with someone you love.
The apples arrived in 18 wheelers and were unloaded with forklifts. Thousands of pounds of apples. When I arrived I asked how I could help. “Chef that group is cutting yesterday’s apples for applesauce. We bring it to the border and it’s a welcome treat for the Ukranian kids. Would you mind chopping apples?” “Make […]
That’s what my dad said to me, more than once. He usually responded with that after I complained about some rather large issue such as the war in Vietnam, or the condition of the roads in south Louisiana. And he always followed that up with “but you can save a small part of it.” Meaning […]
Skeletons of JanuaryOnce so aliveGreen hands and fingers danced against our blue skyMuscular legs beneath uplifted armsShade and sanctuary to the young and old of the airWrens, cardinals, jays, and finchDays of sunshine, ample blue skyNaked toes on soft green carpetMemories buried under winter’s white veilDistant thoughts hiding beneath these bare January bonesArms, hands, fingers […]
I’ve been watching Master Class and perhaps my favorite episode is courtesy Chris Voss. He was the FBI’s lead hostage negotiator for years and his lessons are filled with clever tactics to get your point across whether one is negotiating for a raise, with their teenage daughter, or an international terrorist holding hostages. One of […]
Naturally I added a squirt of air then headed to the surface where my vest started to roll again. Damnit! I squished the air release button, “sssshhhh!” And I was a mortally wounded submarine headed for bottom.
Jonathan “To a female Toucan, size matters. These birds we’re listening to are all males. There’s one across the river, one on this papaya tree, the other one is up the mountain side. And somewhere in the forest there’s a lady looking for her guy. The males are all calling to the lady and twisting […]
Pure, organic cocoa, coco, or cacao butter. Anyway you say it, it’s delicious.