The Bear who Ate my Food
The Quirky Chef
By M.K McBriarty
The Bear Who Ate My Food
I will let you in on a little secret: when cooks get together, they do not talk about the amazing dishes that they could whip up in a matter of seconds, nor do we waste time exchanging favorite recipes with each other. Trust me; I have spent many-a-night over drinks trying to get a really good tempura recipe from my good friend Mike. It has not happened yet. Instead, what we rather brag about is some of the famous people we have cooked for over the years and how many meals we are able to “bang out” on a single Friday night.
Oh, but you see, I have a story that even tops how a former “Saturday Night Live” star once came right into the restaurant kitchen to thank the chef for a great meal, then returned the very next night with his director.
I begin by saying, “There was a bear in my kitchen.” Once I realize everyone is listening, I continue. “It was summer. I was a Head Cook a Girls’ summer camp. The kitchen, although quite modern, was out in the woods. When I arrived this particular morning, I noticed sugar all over the kitchen floor, the garbage can was on its side, and it appeared that the plastic bag had been ripped into.
