In the fury that is the task of opening a new restaurant, after the conception and the deliberations and the racking of the mind for ideas, inspiration, a sense of uniqueness in an over saturated environment; after consulting everything we know and revisiting everything we once knew, after revisiting standards and questioning impulses;  first we put the kitchen all together, organize everything to a T, label and assess where things belong in this newly constructed world, create a fluid flow to the work day, source all the products, assemble all the ingredients, cook all the food, prep every single component, label and date it all, store it- then, just then, at this highly anticipated point, we take it all down for inspections, to be granted by the city,  all the powers of all the codes and all the clusters of councils to be cleared for the very important business of feeding people.

All of it, the kitchen was reverted to an empty space, a free space waiting to be filled with hot bodies, passionate smells, cold focus.

After two weeks of crickets, we build it back up again.  Everything must find its place again, everything must be rearranged and organized and labeled before we can even think about cooking.  Supplies must be reordered, prep sheets reprinted, everything soaped clean again.

A white sheet, a blank canvas is daunting once you had already painted the picture.  You know the steps in store just to prepare, just to get set up- we literally just did it.  After we do it again, then we will do it again, and then, God willing, we might actually start serving people.

A special treat for a special birthday,

a traditional dessert item transformed into a plated dessert.

Full of the glory of the time,

Limited to those who’s bithday falls in this season.

A month from now, the dish will take on a new shape,

But for now a special treat for a special day.

Water is so heavy yet makes you feel so light

Air is so light, but without it you feel so heavy.

Irony is not a human trait, it is embodied in nature.

We are reflections of circumstance

We are creatures of habitat.

Nothing is more important than how you feel on the inside.  Outward influences may be as bright as the colors in the prism array of Technicolor art, but the most important color is the shade behind your kaleidoscope eyes, it is the hue is which you view the world, it is the Pantone that you use to set the mood.

Make your own rainbow, set your own tone, your world is a box of crayola shades.

The tangerine clouds fade to lavender against the electric blue sky.

The periwinkle mood highlights hidden colors

That had been bleached by the summer’s cycloptic gaze.

A hot evening unfolds a cool end

A long day leads to a short night

A peaceful finish to a rowdy sentiment.

Excitement is in the air,  it is not stifled by the heat of the summer’s first breath.  The thrill of spontaneity  is enlivened with the hot conductivity in the stagnant, humid air.

Things have loosened up in the free air with the temporary lifting of winter’s heavy grasp.  Once again our skin is free from the bonds of clothing, our bodies manageble wearing it’s own skin.

Our heart pumps more merrily in the skip of summer’s whistle, our eyes sparkle in the rainbow of the sun’s prism.

The wheels are spinning, churning and turning, but with so much thought and not much to show for it, I feel like a hamster caught in the infinite loop, chasing an end the doesn’t exist.  Run, run, run after a dream or away from a nighmare, the wheels are spinning.