Hours ago, Chef Missy Robbins, phoned to say that she is giving me a start at her lauded restaurant, Misi.
The opportunity to cut my teeth in her kitchen arrives more a gift than a proposal. You see, today is my birthday. Before the call, I spent the day more grateful than happy. There’s something indecent about personal revelry during a pandemic.
The occasion was marked with a private cooking class, centered on knife-skills. Fruitful and delicious, cooking courses have become my preferred celebratory experience. Decidedly, investing in personal development and little joys has been a year-long ethos - particularly as life continues to take more than it gives at wholesale.
Regrettably, seaward adventures are experiencing a prolonged intermission, which has found my energy redirected into my first love, cooking. Making three meals a day for a year, will either sour your appreciation for food, or make you a herald of miss en place. Thankfully, 2020 has conveniently left me the latter.
I’m looking forward to my time at Misi with great enthusiasm and an open mind. If you “trust in the process” as I do, the coming days will be blithely-classic, inspiring, and ever humbling.
