As a self-proclaimed foodie and now (as I consider myself, not very many in my family consider me this) non-chef I must say, I still liked this book.
It’s been awhile since I worked in a real kitchen (and no, I don’t consider my cousin’s bakery a real kitchen) and forgot what I loved about it. I loved being a part of a team, whether I was just a tiny commis chef or a breakfast cook or whatever you want to call it. A team atmosphere is the greatest in a kitchen, it’s where (as Chef Bourdain says) you get to see big brutes of guys who hate each other put together meals like they are dancing together in a ballet.
This particular book of his was more like articles and emails that he had laying around (hence calling it ‘The Nasty Bits’) that he threw together in a book. Somehow, it was still readable and likable even though it spanned over a long stretch of years. He even throws in a little fictional christmas story at the end. Which, I will admit, I didn’t read. Although someday I might pick this up again and read it. Maybe when it’s less summery outside and I’ve got some snow on the ground.
Next on my reading list (If I can ever pull myself away from my sewing and new addiction to watching The Secret Life of the American Teenager) is the last in the Golden Compass series, The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman.