09/02/2024
So I just want to make something abundently clear:
I don’t have a job, I have a career.
In an industry where an overwhelming 98% of people have substance abuse problems from the stress and anxiety working in a kitchen brings, I am proud to be part of the 2% that doesn’t.
Working in culinary isn’t for everyone. I have the hardest, most degraded, underpaid and most debased job in the world.
Kitchen work has easily caused more mental anguish in my life than anything else. It has put strain on relationships with friends and family, and has nearly ruined my home life. But, I wouldn’t trade it for any other career in the word.
I LOVE cooking, and I’m DAMN good at it too. I thrive under the pressure and it is where my true genius emerges. I dont need drugs or alcohol to maintain my level of performance. All I need is a can of redbull (or 5), a full board of tickets and my 2 decades worth of culinary experience.
So let me make it even clearer:
when people say s**t like “I could do your job”, “how hard is it to use a microwave?” or call me things like “fry boy” It doesnt phase me. I would simply say “then put on an apron, and do it” then watch as you crumble under the pressure.
I can carry a 600° cast-iron pam 120 paces to the dining room and back without feeling a thing. There is nothing you could say or do that will hurt me. 
I was built for this s**t, we are not the same.
I am a more than just a Chef, I am a culinary genius, the Van Gough of the Kitchen. I don’t need random strangers to appreciate what I do.
