I’m on the mainland today, scouting  out a temporary private chef job for over Christmas. I also managed to check out cool butcher shop, which isn’t exactly local to me, but the sort  of place I will swing into to buy meats more often. I bought a couple pounds of English-style Bangers and some House made Breakfast links. I think they might be the place to get the roast for the holiday job.
The place I went today is an hour from anywhere, out in the middle of no-where. Exactly where you might expect to find a stone mansion. . .well, perhaps not. It’s surrounded by horse pasture and single-wide trailers and shacks.  It reminded me a bit of certain parts of the West of Ireland where horseshed and caravans dot the landscape, with an occasional castle looming in the haze. In my case, the job is located on the cusp of snow country.
I am now having lunch, back in civilization, at Althea’s where there is live music, beer and free wifi! I’ve got to checkout supplies for this upcoming job–there is almost nothing in the kitchen, and head home. Probably won’t get in till late.

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