Most useful word in a comercial kitchen full stop. Conveys all emotions from joy, FUCKIN AWSOME!! to rage FUCK YOUUUUU! and everything in between.
I once worked in Stringfellows nightclub in London back in the 80's with a Scotish chef who had spent 11 years in Ireland - wow a hard Glaswiegian accent overlaid with an Ulster drawl, Keith could use the word fuck to convey a whole conversation, a master at it.
imagine this in a broad Scotish /Irish accent "Ah, fuckin' fucketty fuck...fucking fuckers fucking fucked....FUCK!
simple but precise....
Thursday, 7 November 2013
Thursday, 31 October 2013
Head chef of what?
That was a phrase I used to a candidate for a head chef position.
He told me that he was the Head chef at a local Motel, on asking him how many were in the brigade he replied "oh just me"
"right...... seriously mate....you were the head chef of what?"
He told me that he was the Head chef at a local Motel, on asking him how many were in the brigade he replied "oh just me"
"right...... seriously mate....you were the head chef of what?"
Old and grey
What the fuck is wrong with the young chefs of today, do any of you like food?
I have three of the most un-motivated apprentices I have ever had in thirty years of training and a head chef who can't run a section let alone lead a brigade....our trade is going to shit I fear!
Damn I sound like my old man but where is the passion?
A truism that aspiring young chefs could take on board "Don't be sorry, be right!" follow that with "Excuses are for wives and girlfriends! (or significant others, partners blah blah - add PC term here)"
I have three of the most un-motivated apprentices I have ever had in thirty years of training and a head chef who can't run a section let alone lead a brigade....our trade is going to shit I fear!
Damn I sound like my old man but where is the passion?
A truism that aspiring young chefs could take on board "Don't be sorry, be right!" follow that with "Excuses are for wives and girlfriends! (or significant others, partners blah blah - add PC term here)"
Wednesday, 30 October 2013
36 years of this? what was I thinking.....
the salmon rolled over in the sink, looked me square in the eye and gurgled along to the song on the radio.....that was when I realized that psylocibin and kitchens were an odd mix but I still had 4 hours to go on a very long shift....
wow thats a memory from so long ago when I was young, 10 foot tall and strode the earth with lions, stomping the lesser peoples beneath the boots we wore, sure in the knowledge we were better. Better in all things, chefs to the core, swearing more, drinking more, partying more. Everything taken to the limit.
wow thats a memory from so long ago when I was young, 10 foot tall and strode the earth with lions, stomping the lesser peoples beneath the boots we wore, sure in the knowledge we were better. Better in all things, chefs to the core, swearing more, drinking more, partying more. Everything taken to the limit.
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