I was a professional chef for years. I had to switch careers because of chronic illness. I mean, I wholly enjoyed being an estate planning paralegal after that, but…😞
Husband says that it doesn’t matter that I had to quit “back of house”, and that a chef will forever be a chef. I rather like his optimism, as somehow I get a bit sad that I can no longer toss around 50-pound bags of flour as if they were nothing. 😜 So, I am now a home cook, and it ain’t a bad gig at all!
I know that Ash Armstrong is a wonderful cook (and he enjoys cigars, too—mad props to him!) Where are the rest of you?
Above is Da Man, about to dig into a blueberry-orange muffin I baked this afternoon. It’s 76° F. here in central PA, so I thought I’d bake something that felt like springtime…or, at least, like low grade summer.
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