Summer In Spain Part 2

The morning sun shining through the small windows at the top of the room served as a wake-up call for my first day. I was still wrapped in the blanket someone had laid on me just four hours ago. Sleep had not come easy and there wasn’t much of it, so getting out of bed…

Summer in Spain Part 1

After three years of cooking in Manhattan I was done. Burned out by seventy to eighty hour work weeks, the World Trade Center disaster and a relationship destroyed by tragedy. Not really knowing what to do, I just went home, quickly finding a job at a small local restaurant in the Santa Maria valley After…

1999 in New York City

My first year cooking in New York City was one of the hardest years of my life. In three years I went from literally playing hockey on Foxen Canyon Road in Sisquoc with a flattened soda can, to riding on the the subway to the Upper East Side of Manhattan for work at one of…