
“Maybe that’s enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind, no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom… is realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go.” Anthony Bourdain
The art of cooking is what moves me. As a child, I spent my days drawing, painting, and sculpting. Every blade of grass, every pencil shaving, every fiber that crossed my path became part of something else, something greater. I continued to focus on art through college and later took that passion to the kitchen.
Like many of us, some of my fondest and most vivid memories are of times spent in the kitchen with the matriarchs and patriarchs of our families, our mentors, our inspiration. That tradition carries on as we mature and the memories are created with friends over cocktails. Then, somewhere in the middle, we cook for our elders and hold our breath hoping we make them proud. The smell of browned butter, an all day marinara, roasted garlic…the gateways that bring us back to those moments in the kitchen with our most treasured people. That is what inspires me to come home after a full day of work and create art in the kitchen and serve something beautiful to my family.
Food is the great equalizer. No matter our beliefs or backgrounds, food brings us together.
I am a proud father to two little lady sous chefs and husband to a gal who can guess most any spice blindfolded and calls me Cheffrey.