My Lockdown Brings no Boys to the Yard

Lockdown. I can feel the madness starting to set in. 24/7 indoors With less than an hour out in the exercise yard that is the back streets of Worcester jogging around zig zagging my way around other people to make sure I’m keeping my two metres. Let’s be honest though, as important as the government…

A Love Letter to Our Industry

Jesus Christ it’s dusty in here. Re-reading my old blog posts lost to Internet obscurity never to be seen again till the end of time I realise now why I gave up in the first place. They were shit, nobody read them and I couldn’t be arsed. Now however like a retired boxer coming back…

A Christmas Quarrel

‘‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the kitchen, they had a fully booked restaurant and his arsehole was twitching.” Christmas Eve, no one was allowed Christmas Eve off. He was hoping maybe to bail out a little early to see the kids before bed and maybe share a mince pie with his wife…

‘Stressobuco’

He was hot, way too hot. Dehydration had started to kick in and his brain wasn’t functioning properly. Too much caffeine, not enough food. He had forgotten his number one rule, STAY HYDRATED. His choice of triple espresso had now caused him to shake, he had heart palpitations and he was also regretting his choice…

I am, getting so hot, I’m gonna get the cornflour.

Ok so I’ll get it out of the way and say it now. I’m sorry the air conditioning in your office is broken. There you go, so before you accuse me of being unsympathetic there is proof that I actually do care. But… If you’ve ever set foot into a professional kitchen at the best…

Where it all Started. Anthony Bourdain, a tribute.

I’ve been working in professional kitchens for nearly twenty years. Even earlier than that I taught myself how to cook at home just to feed myself around aged twelve. My mother would most of the time go to work in the evening or sometimes just fuck off out on the piss at the drop of…