1. I love the sheer weirdness of the kitchen life: the dreamers, the crackpots, the refugees, and the sociopaths with whom I continue to work; the ever-present smells of roasting bones, searing fish, and simmering liquids; the noise and clatter, the hiss and spray, the flames, the smoke, and the steam. Admittedly, it’s a life that grinds you down. Most of us who live and operate in the culinary underworld are in some fundamental way dysfunctional. We’ve all chosen to turn our backs on the nine-to-five, on ever having a Friday or Saturday night off, on ever having a normal relationship with a non-cook.

    Being a chef is a lot like being an air-traffic controller: you are constantly dealing with the threat of disaster. You’ve got to be Mom and Dad, drill sergeant, detective, psychiatrist, and priest to a crew of opportunistic, mercenary hooligans, whom you must protect from the nefarious and often foolish strategies of owners. Year after year, cooks contend with bouncing paychecks, irate purveyors, desperate owners looking for the masterstroke that will cure their restaurant’s ills: Live Cabaret! Free Shrimp! New Orleans Brunch!

    In America, the professional kitchen is the last refuge of the misfit. It’s a place for people with bad pasts to find a new family. It’s a haven for foreigners—Ecuadorians, Mexicans, Chinese, Senegalese, Egyptians, Poles. In New York, the main linguistic spice is Spanish. “Hey, maricón! chupa mis huevos” means, roughly, “How are you, valued comrade? I hope all is well.” And you hear “Hey, baboso! Put some more brown jiz on the fire and check your meez before the sous comes back there and fucks you in the culo!,” which means “Please reduce some additional demi-glace, brother, and reëxamine your mise en place, because the sous-chef is concerned about your state of readiness.”

    oh bourdain, you’re at the top of my ‘who would you have a coffee with’ list right now. 

    (Source: colporteur)

     
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  3. © CIRCA 1983 and Owen Perry, 2011-2014.
    © CIRCA 1983 and Owen Perry, 2011-2014.
    © CIRCA 1983 and Owen Perry, 2011-2014.
    © CIRCA 1983 and Owen Perry, 2011-2014.
    © CIRCA 1983 and Owen Perry, 2011-2014.

    nevver:

    The best place to be is somewhere else, circa 1983

    you can’t get bored with death valley landscapes. it goes on and on.. looks the same.. but never is. #gottagoback

     
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  8. "Keep close to Nature’s heart. Break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean."
    — John Muir   (via thatkindofwoman)

    (Source: whats-out-there, via thatkindofwoman)

     
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