Hey folks, I’ve missed sharing some foodie fun with you these past few weeks. It’s been a whirlwind merry-go-round around here. My recent promotion was a humbling experience and also a blessing. It is also a new chapter and a welcomed challenge in my life which I look forward to.
After receiving the promotion, I did what any true foodie would do and SPLURGED.
I treated myself and cooked a true surf and turf dinner - a Rib-eye steak and lobster tail.
It was a massive and decadent. I savored every bite, after all I earned it baby!
I went shopping too. Of course I had to buy a few new outfits as well as get my nails done.
Why not? It’s what managers do right?
Heck I was on cloud nine. It felt great to be recognized and appreciated after years of hard work. And it’s great to work at a place you enjoy being at and the people you’re surrounded by.
But just as I was savoring a new highlight in my life, something happened that shook me and every foodie I know to the core.
Famous world traveler, chef, author, food journalist and story-teller Anthony Bourdain committed suicide June 8, mere days before his 62nd birthday.
I was floored – blindsided.
Here was this brilliant chef at the peak of his career. A man who united worlds and cultures through food and conversations around the world. A down-to-earth gifted writer who preferred a little dirt and grit in his daily routine instead of the typical glitz and glamour associated with TV stars.
I, like many others, can only wonder why he did what he did. Ultimately it doesn’t matter. The world is now a place without his brilliant wit and sometimes dry, sarcastic yet always truthful view of the world. Bourdain was the type of foodie and food writer I can only dream to be.
So as a true Bourdain groupie I honored him with a few toasts from around the world. A few shots of tequila, vodka, Sambuca, Ouzo, sangria and a good ole’ pint of Guinness and a gallon of tears later, I fell asleep.
In my dream Bourdain and I were walking the streets of Tokyo sampling a variety of foods. The next second we were traveling along the Amazon River, tasting wines in Italy, having tapas in Spain and running through the streets of Beirut. Everywhere we went we ate, laughed and just enjoyed the moment.
I woke up with the worst hangover I’ve had in years…I mean OUCH!
But I also felt touched by the whole dream experience. I enjoyed each moment.
Bourdain advocated that people should step out of their comfort zone and move. Travel across a continent or merely across the street and experience food and culture while learning about humanity.
I’ve always believed that breaking bread and sharing stories, sometimes with people you don’t know, brings people closer together.
I plan to try and walk a few miles in his big shoes as I continue my foodie journeys. I’m excited to see where it takes me.
You can’t live in the past, you can only treasure the memories. You can’t live in the future. It hasn’t happened yet. Live in the present and cherish that moment and do so with food and stories.
“Your body is not a temple: It’s an amusement park. Enjoy the ride.” – Anthony Bourdain
After receiving the promotion, I did what any true foodie would do and SPLURGED.
I treated myself and cooked a true surf and turf dinner - a Rib-eye steak and lobster tail.
It was a massive and decadent. I savored every bite, after all I earned it baby!
I went shopping too. Of course I had to buy a few new outfits as well as get my nails done.
Why not? It’s what managers do right?
Heck I was on cloud nine. It felt great to be recognized and appreciated after years of hard work. And it’s great to work at a place you enjoy being at and the people you’re surrounded by.
But just as I was savoring a new highlight in my life, something happened that shook me and every foodie I know to the core.
Famous world traveler, chef, author, food journalist and story-teller Anthony Bourdain committed suicide June 8, mere days before his 62nd birthday.
I was floored – blindsided.
Here was this brilliant chef at the peak of his career. A man who united worlds and cultures through food and conversations around the world. A down-to-earth gifted writer who preferred a little dirt and grit in his daily routine instead of the typical glitz and glamour associated with TV stars.
I, like many others, can only wonder why he did what he did. Ultimately it doesn’t matter. The world is now a place without his brilliant wit and sometimes dry, sarcastic yet always truthful view of the world. Bourdain was the type of foodie and food writer I can only dream to be.
So as a true Bourdain groupie I honored him with a few toasts from around the world. A few shots of tequila, vodka, Sambuca, Ouzo, sangria and a good ole’ pint of Guinness and a gallon of tears later, I fell asleep.
In my dream Bourdain and I were walking the streets of Tokyo sampling a variety of foods. The next second we were traveling along the Amazon River, tasting wines in Italy, having tapas in Spain and running through the streets of Beirut. Everywhere we went we ate, laughed and just enjoyed the moment.
I woke up with the worst hangover I’ve had in years…I mean OUCH!
But I also felt touched by the whole dream experience. I enjoyed each moment.
Bourdain advocated that people should step out of their comfort zone and move. Travel across a continent or merely across the street and experience food and culture while learning about humanity.
I’ve always believed that breaking bread and sharing stories, sometimes with people you don’t know, brings people closer together.
I plan to try and walk a few miles in his big shoes as I continue my foodie journeys. I’m excited to see where it takes me.
You can’t live in the past, you can only treasure the memories. You can’t live in the future. It hasn’t happened yet. Live in the present and cherish that moment and do so with food and stories.
“Your body is not a temple: It’s an amusement park. Enjoy the ride.” – Anthony Bourdain
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