Are There Any Chefs Without an Injury of Some Sort?

are there any chefs without an injuryI’ve asked it before, “Is the restaurant killing the chef?”

Ask any chef wife or significant other whose chef has been working in the kitchen for a while about their chef’s injuries and well . . . you better grab a cup of coffee and a chair because you might be there for a while.

Over the past 19 years we’ve dealt with cuts, burns, a broken back and torn ligaments, just to name a few.

Now it’s not totally fair to put all the blame on the career.  When my chef/husband makes eating healthy and working out a priority, he can physically handle the job easier.  However, when things get really busy as work, those are the things that tend to be pushed to the side.  (This happens with many of us, not just chefs, right?)

However, no matter how good of shape you are in, sometimes injuries happen.

Right now, my chef/husband is sporting a lovely black cast on his left arm.  (I would show you a picture, but decided to skip asking him if I could take one as I know he hates it when I take his picture.  You can take a peek at it in this Facebook post from New Year’s Eve.)  He’s left handed.  He doesn’t have any broken bones, but has torn ligaments in his elbow from repetitive movements (chopping, working the sauté station, etc.) Even with the cast on, he’s in a lot of pain. (more…)

The Hands of a Chef

When was the last time you looked at the hands of your chef?

My chef/husband is at work as I’m writing this, but I can picture his hands in my head . . .

the hands of a chef

  • The few scars on them from working in the kitchen for so many years. (One large one that I remember vividly from a catering event he did for my work 15 years ago.)
  • His left hand without a wedding ring when he’s working, as he gets a big callous when he uses a knife a lot while he’s wearing it.  (This doesn’t bother me, in case you were wondering.)
  • The shiny appearance from being near the oven or stove on the line for an extended period of time.
  • Bandaged up with a bandaid or krazy glue, whatever worked better at the time.
  • Gentle enough to not crush delicate herbs.
  • Steady enough to plate small items intricately.
  • Holding a chef knife and cutting an onion so fast that my eyes don’t even have a chance to tear up.
  • Stained from working with beets when he was rushing and didn’t put gloves on.
  • Occasionally having a strange smell on them after work.
  • Seasoned to pick up a hot pan without a hot pad or towel.

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Is the Restaurant Killing the Chef?

Before I begin, please remember that I love that my husband is a chef.  I truly believe this is the perfect job for him. 

But with that being said, I often wonder if the restaurant is physically killing the chef.

(You should probably also know that my husband has been home very sick for the past 2 days as I write this.)

There are many nights I see my chef/husband walk in the door so exhausted, he falls asleep the second his head hits the pillow.

Other nights he comes home starving because he’s only tasted things all day and hasn’t really had a meal all day long. (more…)

I Never Knew How Hard Mother’s Day was for So Many Women

Until I lost my mother to cancer 12 years ago, I never knew Mother’s Day was a hard day for anyone.  For me, it was a fun day to celebrate my Mom and my Mother-In-Law.  While my chef/husband was always working, (hello busiest day of the year – no Mom wants to cook) we just chose another day to celebrate and that was that.

I have no idea why it never occurred to me that this would be a very hard day for so many women.  My Mom lost her mother to cancer when I was 9 months old and my Dad lost his mother when I was 7.  I’m sure all those Mother’s Days after they died were hard.  But either I was oblivious and didn’t notice, or they did a pretty good job of hiding it from me. (more…)

The Death of a Parent and the Chef’s Wife

Today would have been my Mom’s 66th birthday.  We lost her to cancer 12 years ago.

You would think after 12 birthdays, 12 of my parent’s wedding anniversaries, 12 Mother’s Days, etc., it would get a lot easier, but it really hasn’t.

There are so many things that come flooding into my mind on these types of days:  memories of being told she had cancer, seeing her suffer, seeing the helplessness in my Dad’s eyes, pleading with God to heal her or take her home to be with Him so she would no longer be suffering, feeling so alone and sad while home alone at night after she died, etc.

There are of course happy memories as well:  family vacations, playing the piano and singing together, doing puzzles, playing with play-dough in the kitchen while she cooked dinner, etc.

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