I cook with passion, butter and, occasionally, a fire extinguisher within reach.
Young chef, old hand at the stove. Well, middle-aged hand. Okay, a tiny hand.
…and just as many tears shed.
Three of them were beyond saving. Rest in peace.
Promise. Almost.
The other 2 % is gravy.
What chefs say – and what they really mean.
Press the button. Fate decides. I execute.