Monthly Archives: August 2010

I had lots and lots of time to read on our trip.

So I did.

One of the first was Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential. I’ve never made a secret that I love Anthony Bourdain and would let Miss Carol have his child.

So it’s really no surprise that I loved his book. Gosh, dude, honestly? I mean WTF, right?

Kitchen Confidential is an autobiographical jog through Tony’s early years. Through his young chefness and debutante days- moving from restaurant to restaurant, living in dumps and honing his cooking craft and his storytelling.

It’s also a book about his drug and alcohol use, his coming of age, his becoming the Tony we know and love and watch, drooling like coke addicts a coupla hours short of a fix.

Or maybe that’s just me.

Anyway.

As a writer, Anthony Bourdain has one of those rare voices that’ll pull you in, that’ll wrap you up right and tight into his story. It’s magical.

I hate that he can write AND cook but, hey, the book is damn good and well worth the fifteen bucks and the time spent.

Catch it, baby.

Yeah, so anyway.

I’ve been tryin’ to post at least three times a week ’cause? umm, er? Hmm. Honestly? I’m not quite sure why. But I’ve been trying.

And so- I had the best of intentions on Sunday. But one thing led to another and time slid away, slithering aimlessly, and before I knew it, the weekend was staring over the fence at Monday and I realized I was Mr. Lame and I’d failed yet again.

I’m thinkin’ more mediocrity will come barreling along soon, but then again maybe I overestimate myself.