Julia Child was my heroine of all time. She could cook away and despite her great physical challenges she would succeed at making something great out of merely two ingredients. She was a great storehouse of recipes that I admired and envied, she didnt often mix em up and when she did she would discover anew fabric or gluestuff
.Early on, because of her talent and drive I wanted to become a chef so I started by becoming a short order cook at a restaurant/Diner between Hollidaysburg nd Altoona Pennsylvania. That didnt work out because, unlike Julia, I had no patience with short ordering as I always tried to shave time by jacking the temperatures and , besides , I had a violent temper so my kitchen wall, That part of the wall over the griddle where they always cover it in polished Aluminum diamond plate, was covered with flung eggs and bits of burnt toast and sausage patties. Julia never told me that you had to start with bacon and eggs, bacon and eggs nd toast, and them goddam home fries . Got so I really hated mornings.
So I started drinking and quit cooking , damn bitch. I soon realized I shoulda watched Dr Phil instead of Julia.
. Im still afraid of clowns and cooking, and Saran Wrap, Im fraid of Saran Wrap.
Glad you were there to listen Gus, by just listening Youve provided the many gram equivalents of half an acre of nepenth.