D The Husband

Two Saturdays ago I visited an old friend of mine. It was hard to believe, but we hadn’t seen each other since my bachelor party just over a year ago. Too long. We talked about life, marriage, having kids, investments, jiujitsu, and UFOs. He smoked cigarettes and drank whiskey, and I smoked mini cigars from…

You know those situations you have with a person, that you didn’t like or they said something that annoyed you, or a stranger who is acting rude around you, and you don’t do or say anything, but then after when you’re in your car on the way home you think of all the things that…

“We’ll get caught up tomorrow…” …my kitchen manager and I say to each other and laugh. It’s a grind. Getting all the big prep items cooked and out of the way and stocking the line before the restaurant opens. Some how we always manage to do it right before the doors are unlocked. It’s helps…

It still boggles my mind that I quit my main career job to try and get into coding. I have no clue where this will take me. I’m lucky I can grind it out as a cook while I pursue this new journey. Hope I made the right decision.

Today at work, I learned a new way to cut Romain lettuce. It took half the time to cut a full case. It’s amazing how happy this makes me.

If you can cook in a 40° (Celsius) restaurant kitchen, we can be friends.

It’s hard to find good help these days. Some cooks have a sense of urgency. Some cooks are too slow to move. Some cooks clean because they have to. Some cooks complain that they have to work hard. Some cooks when they see an order that says, “mayo on the side” will put mayo in…

When I was younger I hated doing yard work. Now that I’m older, I considered a practice of high spirituality. The mindfulness one can achieve when raking dirt, cedar, and pinecones, is that of a high priest Tibetan monk. I used to rush through it too fast, and do a crappy job of it, because…

My wife and I just got back from a garage sale tour. There is an island just down the road from my parents place on the lake, where we are visiting, and a bunch of people are selling their junk. Small talk, rummaging, shared laughter, and glass mugs for 10 cents. Garage sales are the…