My first job in the kitchen was as a repairman. I used to fix restaurant equipment. It was then that I was exposed to the inner workings of a large, busy kitchen. That’s when I found what I wanted to do, COOK!
A flame-grilled, medium-rare ribeye steak and potato dinner.
Pan-seared chicken breast topped with pineapple and cloves and served with a pineapple and pepper chutney.
My triumph in the kitchen was when one of my old bosses asked me if he could put one or two of my specials on his menu. I said, “Absolutely!” A workplace disaster was a Friday night dinner and I am knee-deep in orders for steaks and guess what? Yep, no more steaks anywhere in the house. That was a very bad, very long night.
My Mamaw. She was a great woman and knew her way around the kitchen. No matter what was going on, she always had time to show me a few things.