(This is part 3 of 3 parts – the first two parts of the story are composed of the posts of the previous two days . . . )
This is what Lenotre taught me to make that day.
And that was the day I decided to not quit that job. And it was [...]
Posted in Cooking, Culinary, Gastronomy, tagged Food, Gaston Lenotre, Lenotre, Memoir, Pastries and Desserts, Restaurant Culture on January 12, 2009 | 7 Comments »
(This is part 3 of 3 parts – the first two parts of the story are composed of the posts of the previous two days . . . )
This is what Lenotre taught me to make that day.
And that was the day I decided to not quit that job. And it was [...]
Posted in Cooking, Creative Non-Fiction, Culinary, Food, Food Culture, Gastronomy, tagged Chefs, Cooking, Culinary, Food, Gaston Lenotre, Lenotre, Memoir, Pastry Chefs, Professional Cooking, Restaurant Culture, Women in the Kitchen on January 11, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
(Part 2, continued from preceding post)
No reason, really – why I should have been repulsed by that little scene on the table. The Chef was married but then so was the Sous Chef. Inequalities of power happen all the time. The Chef was gorgeous in an older woman sort of way – the thought did [...]
Posted in American Food, Creative Non-Fiction, Culinary, Food, Food Culture, Gastronomy, tagged Cooking, Food, Gaston Lenotre, Lenotre, Memoir, Pastry Chefs, Professional Cooking, Restaurant Culture, Women in the Kitchen on January 10, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Some people remember the past through things they ate. Memory, place, time, flavor, people . . . all become woven together into a fabric not to be unravelled.
Just as when in those moments a piece of music will insinuate with its melody an entirely different time, now layered upon the present in a sudden spark, [...]
Posted in Culinary, Food, Food Culture, Food History, Gastronomy, tagged Chefs, Culianary, Food, Gaston Lenotre, Pastry, Restaurant Culture on January 9, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Lenotre died today.
And I find myself strangely wordless.
It’s not that I have nothing to say, but rather . . . I may have too much to say – about Lenotre.
I never met him. Yet he was a pivotal person in the path of my life.
If I can place my thoughts into an orderly shape I’ll [...]