In 1999 I took a job as a garde-manger at a now defunct wine bar in St. Anthony Main. Within three months I abandoned my vegetarianism, learned how to prepare whole trout, ate an eel, and learned the precarious art of drinking Pernod and ice waters for 4 hours, in a 3 x 6 kitchen full of knives, open-flames, and hot tempers... Then, rewarding myself with an underage shift drink at the cozy front bar.
After learning the ropes, i threw myself at the mercy of Minneapolis' culinary underbelly. After a few years (and a more than one abrupt dismissal) i made my way up to the line, then to the grill. It didn't last long...
After graduating from college, i waved an insincere goodbye to making lazy/rich people dinner 5 nights a week, and began cooking for myself instead.
Then i got a decent day-job, and became one of the lazy/rich people... For a little while... At least long enough to sample some of the finer culinary enclaves in the Twin Cities.
Now it's been nearly a decade since my introduction chopping mirepoix and unpacking live lobsters in seaweed... and i decided i should give back a little bit of the pain and misery, along with the absolute bliss, that food and alcohol have provided in my life.
The goal of this blog is whatever the hell I want it to be.
If you don't like it go read Zimmern's column and "fuck off out my kitchen!!!"
xoxoxo.
enjoy
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