Writer's Block.

Someone tell me a story. A kitchen story.

It might clear my head a bit from this damned block I have that is refusing to let me finish my chapter on being given an apprentice for the first time.

Any apprentice stories? Good or bad?

Nearing Completion.

A name for my book guys?

Go son.

Countryside.

Well I'm cooking again.

And blogging.

But not really blogging... Still working on the book. In between feeding my creeping up alcoholism and the constant twitch I've developed whenever my apprentice starts to temperature probe a chip (yes a fucking chip. As in a starchy, handcut aioli-sided potato chip), before asking me if it's cooked.

Muppets.

Fucking muppets.

Somebody buy my book. Then I can have a holiday... And maybe get rid of this twitch.

Seriously, I'm a cross between a sad half-assed orgasm and a mental patient in the dementia ward of an aged care home that isn't quite old enouigh to be there...

Please buy my book :) if I ever find a publisher.

I miss you all!!!!

Hey Guys.

The blog is gone.


Little Chef can't do it anymore.


Every now and again, we hit a wall, at that wall comes crashing down over our world and we wake up one day and think: "Can I seriously do this anymore?"

When the answer is no: you're done.




...


Is ALDI hiring?

Word Of The Day.

Going to teach my apprentice a new word.

Exhaustipated:

When I'm too tired to give a crap.

Too True.

Spilling a full beer that you've paid for, is the adult equivalent of letting go of a balloon.

That's Punny.

I never buy venison.

It's too deer.