Noodles

We call different things noodles: An adolescent kid’s under-developed arms. The human head. Brains. Top Ramen. I grew up eating bowls of them chocked full of God-knows-what. Osoba and Yakisoba were staples growing up in Japan and when I say God-knew-what, only he (or she) knew what found their ways into our bowls. Seriously. VariouslyContinue reading “Noodles”

Farms

I love the idea of being a farmer; it is a very romantic notion. I can picture myself riding around on horseback over thousands of acres of land as huge steel machines belch smoke and harvest more money, er, crops for me. I can see me sitting on the third-level porch of my mansion, smokingContinue reading “Farms”

BUSTed

So after I decided I wanted to make the move out of my Rocky Boots, chef coat and toque into a real suit and work the front of the house, I worked for a great family country-cooking restaurant chain as an Assistant Manager. I availed myself to travel around the country to help other units.Continue reading “BUSTed”