Thursday, 14 April 2011

Going forth

3 months ago I sold my business of 8 years and dived into the abyss, dragging my family down with me. It was our income, our home and it was our security, and I sold it. How incredibly stupid. I have since realised that I have no real skills other than cooking and a bit of lying. My old (and he is pretty old) chef used to tell me daily "you're lucky you own this place because you wouldn't get a job in any other kitchen, anywhere!" Perhaps I should have listened to him, but seeing as so much stupid crap came out of his mouth I didn't really take any of it seriously. Actually, come to think of it, my wife used to say pretty much the same thing, only she would lean in close and grip my beard angrily with her hands and with a great and deliberate urgency she would tell me something important which I forget. I remember these encounters only because she was hurting my face so much. So again the message never made it through.


But the message goes something like this: never walk away from a good thing, nothing better has ever come along after walking away from a good thing. Ever. 

And I did, or should I say, we did. Because we are all in this together now, right? 


Oh, and we moved to Barcelona.  Yeah, you see I heard somewhere that the economy in Spain was totally booming and that there was a real demand for messy, hairy, slow chefs. And you know what? None of that is true, except maybe the hairy part.


So together we go forth, into the wild. 

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