Victuals
My mom and nanny threw me into the kitchen at an early age.
After four years of Marine Corps artillery, I found my solace in the commercial kitchen. The disarray, the constant onslaught of tickets, and “on the fly” challenges was the closest thing to the gun line I could find. There’s nothing in the world like a Saturday night dinner rush or a 5 round battalion fire mission.
“In America, the professional kitchen is the last refuge of the misfit. It’s a place for people with bad pasts
to find a new family.”
“Great cooking favors
the prepared hands.”
