When do you stop to de-douche?
Even on the Serengeti, it ain’t a barbecue if there ain’t some kind of beer.
I am in no way supportive of hunting for trophies or sport – would never do it and don’t like it that others do. But if you kill it, then eat it, it’s fine.
Don’t lie about it. You made a mistake. Admit it and move on. Just don’t do it again. Ever.
I wanted to write in Kitchenese, the secret language of cooks, instantly recognizable to anyone who has ever dunked french fries for a summer job or suffered under the despotic rule of a tyrannical chef or boobish owner.
For a moment, or a second, the pinched expressions of the cynical, world-weary, throat-cutting, miserable bastards we’ve all had to become disappears, when we’re confronted with something as simple as a plate of food.
I’m at my most productive before I even have my first cup of coffee. I only get slower and stupider as the day progresses.
America’s most dangerous export was, is and always will be our fast-food outlets.
Just because we are not Italian, does not mean we cannot appreciate Michelangelo, it is the same with cuisine.
The bible of cooking. The all-time argument ender. Early in my cooking career, I wielded my Larousse like a weapon and it never let me down.
Writing anything is a treason of sorts.
I, personally, think there is a really danger of taking food too seriously. Food should be part of the bigger picture.
Where once they used to say, ‘Cocaine is God’s way of saying you have too much money’ – now, maybe EDM is. Come ye lords and princelings of douchedom.
I believe – to the best of my recollection, anyway – that I soon made the classic error of moving from margaritas to actual shots of straight tequila. It does make it easier to meet new people.
It’s been about a week without alcohol of any kind. I’m enjoying my new, clean-living lifestyle.
It’s that show Friends. Ruined coffee forever.
Regret is something you’ve got to just live with, you can’t drink it away. You can’t run away from it. You can’t trick yourself out of it. You’ve just got to own it.
I urge you to travel – as far and as widely as possible. Sleep on floors if you have to.
I won’t eat in a restaurant with filthy bathrooms. This isn’t a hard call. They let you see the bathrooms. If the restaurant can’t be bothered to replace the puck in the urinal or keep the toilets and floors clean, then just imagine what their refrigeration and work spaces look like.
Open your mind, get up off the couch, move.