Stories from the kitchen
Every dinner has a story. Here are some of them.
Some jobs are a single evening. This one was two weeks of breakfast, a sunset farewell dinner, and coffee with the same people every morning until it felt like routine.
Read story →Seven women, one bride, a terrace in Ciutadella. The kind of evening where the food has to be as good as the occasion.
Read story →A family dinner, overlooking the water. Slow pace, long evening.
Read story →A terrace, bougainvillea, Menorcan hills at golden hour. Cooked for a family and their friends, no rush. The kind of evening private chef work exists for.
Read story →Alisha put the event together. Vale led the yoga. I ran the food.
Read story →Seven guests. Four mornings. One kitchen with a wood-burning fire and a long table that seated everyone at once.
Read story →22 years of professional kitchens includes a lot of fish. Whole halibut. Arctic salmon. Ingredients that come straight off the water and land on my board the same morning.
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