I like food. I like food the way ten-year olds like Christmas. I enjoy cooking food; it’s like stress relief to me. While cooking, I seem intense, but it’s all good. In addition to ethereal smells, beautiful food often finds itself in my kitchen.
Some say I cook with Soul, but I must clarify- my brand is James Brown, no hip-hop please.
I cook like the south. Kudzu grows near my kitchen and sweet tea is always in the fridge. My kitchen gets hot, and my food has panache.
This evening found fresh roast-beef, cooked medium (you could see the juice), with thick sliced havarti cheese between Dijon mustard and spicy horseradish sauce. It was a thing of beauty; grown men would cry.
Amongst other things,
I am a cook.
Posted by Drew 
