Brain Food
TL;DR Version Get veg. Cut veg. Wash veg in salty water, Salt the hell out of the veg. Make a seasoning of your choice that is sticky. Leave the veg overnight in the salt. Drain the veg in clean water otherwise it will be as salty as an old seaman called Syd. Dry gently and…
This is an article about working with a team of good and decent people in a professional kitchen as the Potwash. It’s also about spurious advice and hope for the future. I will also be calling out Boris Johnson as a manipulative hack, so skip to the end for that. It is a follow-up…
As my new and very part-time job, I’m going to be doing Pot Wash in one of my favourite restaurants starting tonight. A hot and humid night in July, with me overweight and shorn of all confidence and 55 years old. The lowest form of life in the professional kitchen, in one of my favourite…
I was living in Sydney, Australia the day that my daughter died of a combination of pneumonia, a badly administered anaesthetic following dentistry work and her disability. She died in the room next to mine. I discovered her in the morning.
Heading down to the hospice this week to have a meeting about funding for Mum. At least that’s what the health people hope. They hope that we can agree funding but get past actual placement for this 81 year-old. Because this tax and National Insurance paying, born in 1932, ex-Navy, ex-British Railways, ex-Hospital Radio DJ,…
Where is My Dead Husband?: I feel mad in the sense of not sane. I feel scared that I am making bad decisions. I feel weak and poor in all possible ways. I feel alone. But I don’t feel as shocked, scared and abandoned as…