I am not much of a reader. (Don’t tell any of my past students.) I love to read blogs, but do not reach out for books (or the Kindle app on my tablet) as often as I should.
So I have to be honest, I’m a bit surprised with myself that I’m writing about a book I read. Never thought that would happen . . .
However, when I discovered a new book written by another chef’s wife (who lives in Seattle of all places!!!!), how could I not read it?(more…)
I know you think it’s cute and funny, but every time we head into my chef/husband’s restaurant (well, it’s not actually his, but you know what I mean) we have to have a conversation about not yelling, “Daddy” across the restaurant!
It’s stressful enough just worrying about the behavior of the girls when we go to a fine dining restaurant, but the thought of them calling out to him across a fine dining restaurant . . . oh my . . . that’s a negative comment card or email from someone just waiting to happen. (Well, hopefully not, but you never know.)
Let me set the scene for you in case you’re having trouble picturing it in your head. (more…)
Before I start getting phone calls and frantic e-mails from family and friends, let me just say that I am fine. No need to check on me. (Although I’m always happy to receive phone calls, emails, text messages and even a surprise vanilla latte, Tastykake Butterscotch Krimpets in the mail or even a Vitamix from people, just to say they are thinking about me.) I’m fine. Really.
However, this question was word for word what came out of my chef/husband’s mouth one day a few years ago and I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately as I’ve been struggling with a few things here at home. (more…)
I don’t know about other chef’s wives and significant others, but I am so thankful text messaging was invented.
Before this fabulous technology (yes, I’m old enough to remember before) once my husband left for work, our communication was done for the day. If there was an emergency, there was always the main phone number to the restaurant or to the back office, but calling the restaurant because you have a question about cooking dinner . . . not really an option.
In the past, random questions I had during the day had to wait. And most of them still do. But if I really have a pressing question or want to check in and see how his day is going, I can just shoot him a text (or email) and most of the time get a response within a reasonable time frame.
Looking through our recent texts there are many similar ones, probably not unlike many conversations between another husband and wife during a work day.
“How is your day going?”
“Any idea what time you are coming home?”
“Love You.”
“The kids won’t stop talking! Hurry home and save me!” (OK, that one was not really in there, but it could be sent at any moment.) (more…)
The other day I was thinking about how truly amazing and glamorous it is to be married to a chef… all those fabulous meals he prepares for us at home each night, the romantic date nights visiting local restaurants with friends, our children being exposed to so many different types of food that they happily eat anything we place before them, the wonderful recipes and cookbooks I have access to, never having to pay for a meal when we go out to eat, owning the top of the line cookware and kitchen appliances… the list could go on and on…
But I’ll stop there.
I’ll stop there because it’s not true. There might be some truth behind a few of those statements, but for the most part, for the majority of chefs and their families, they are pure fantasy.
I guess there is a part of me that understands this glamorous life of a chef that has somehow been portrayed to our society as truth. The fact that someone can create something so wonderful out of food, and do so for a large amount of people in a short period of time, is truly amazing. I get that. For some reason there just seems to be something glamorous, intriguing and mysterious about a man (or woman) in a chef coat. (more…)
Please stop laughing.
