cookin the pot

 So, the below photos are well, pictures of a story. One about knives .Maybe I will add that here as well....here is the story on paper.......some of it may have been changes as I come up with new words, phrases each time I write things down. This was always a problem for me , always thinking that nothing i wrote was good enough, as if it has all been said. The Knives. They hang at both ends of the small cosy kitchen. Some have storied histories and others are stamp out factory regulars, but all are sentinels. They guide and silently comment on my culinary career, offering guidance and remembrance each time I chose one for the task at hand. Every year they are hauled out of the wood blocks, tabled and given a wash and clean, sharp edge. I pick up each one to wipe away the year’s layered dust and grime. I often pause, thinking of where each one came from. The cooking stories, the positions held, and the places seen. Many meals, diced , sliced, and chopped and remembered t...

 This will take some time to woodburn.... carrying this with the others will be a snowshoe adventure...later, when there is snow!

  I was just reading a favourite at The Guardian,, restaurant guy Jay Rayner. Writing about restaurants in these times and what exactly they mean for him as eater/critic. He points out that maybe, just maybe he became a critic due to a trip at a young age to a restaurant that still holds memory for him. So, on that point..... I remember little of restaurants as a very young child in Corner Brook, but a few stand out. First, there was Coleman's next door to nan and pop's place on Howley rd. It holds tight in my foodie head because of the one item we would go there to get as often as possible. They made loose meat hamburgers on steamed buns! I would swirl around on the stool with great anticipation, thinking the faster I went the quicker the burger would get there. One street over , well road, Caribou road in fact, on the other side of Colemans there were four Chinese restaurants and I remember one in particular because the sons of the owners loved coming to ...