I’m sitting at the Jamesport Brewery in Ludington, drinking a Manhattan. Beside me Eve and Harrison sit typing on a laptop and smartphone, respectively. It’s the oddest night at a bar I’ve had in a while.
I’m making sketches of dishes I could make on cocktail napkins. Fortunately, I had the day off, so I could spend five hours filling out a 25-page application for that chef competition show. And now all I can think about is food. The fact that I don’t know how to skin a rabbit (no, they didn’t ask this), and that I have a habit of doing things that might make me look ridiculous on camera – like the moment, right after Eve stopped filming me tonight, when the horseradish honey container exploded… all over the galley. A half hour later Eve stopped me: “You still have some on your neck.”
A question that occurs to me periodically is, How do I come across? If I were to see me through the eyes of a producer, what would I see? What type am I? Would I fit the bill?
I also have another big day tomorrow: two of my sisters are coming sailing with us! So even though I’m really really low on food (read: proteins), I have to find something I can impress them with. I do have some seafood in the freezer… Maybe paella?
A smidgen of the pumpkin roll I bought from the Amish farmer who looked like a parody of himself, bowlcut and all
A spicy pulled BBQ pork taco from Bones and Butts. Delicious.
I bought the crew a big family pack from Bones and Butts, and used my free time to plate a dish on my own clock. Eve filmed me as I created and plated a summer version of Corned Beef and Cabbage. I have video, but you know how that goes. Plus, if I submit it for the contest, it may be against contest rules. So you’ll just have to use your imaginations!