Playing With My Food ~
A journal about food, thought, travel, and life; by Chef & Raconteur Chaz French.

San Francisco

Fog tumbles over the mountainan avalanche incascading sheets of white. The City lays before me silent,in the late afternoon sun-setting time. Wind rushes byas it plummets into the cityscapesprawled out below. Slowly it succumbs to the avalanche.Fog … [Continue reading]

After Gertrude

Fog tumbles over the mountain an avalanche in cascading sheets of white. The City lays before me silent, in the late afternoon sun-setting time. Wind rushes by as it plummets into the cityscape sprawled out below. Slowly it … [Continue reading]

As My Mother Lies Dying

For as long as I can rememberI’ve feared my mother woulddie from dementiaForget everything she’s doneForget her children, her travels,her perseveranceLeaving an abusive marriageRaising children as a single motherMaking a new life of her ownHer … [Continue reading]

Loss

Grief is fluidand like the ocean it has waves some just wet your feetand some are tsunamis  Worst are the sneaker wavesthat come out of nowhereand drag you out to choke and drown in a sea of your own tears ---Dedicated to my friend Sean Reinert … [Continue reading]

Celebration

Celebration I should be dead by nowbut I refuse.In 1998 I became ~ otherI became ~ positiveTold that I had twentymaybe twenty-five years to live, most of them ill.I stand, I live, I am healthyand I remain defiant.I will live.I will outlive you … [Continue reading]

After Gertrude

Is it? Was it?Could it be?Bliss,rapture,joy, toys, child, man,death cares not. I just got,got good,got together,forever,eternity,love's prison cell,death sentence, marriage vows,In the halls of just us ball and chainforced labor,children,out of … [Continue reading]

San Francisco

Fog tumbles over the mountainan avalanche incascading sheets of white. The City lays before me silent,in the late afternoon sun-setting time. Wind rushes by as it plummets into the cityscape sprawled out below. Slowly it succumbs to … [Continue reading]

Going Slow…

Is not the sort of thing I do willingly, unless I'm on vacation. But now, thanks to an accident while on vacation, I'm being forced to rest, stay off my feet, and go very slowly. I'm able to work, but even that is much slower than usual. I broke … [Continue reading]

A Quieting

Yeah, it's gone quiet. - Happens here and there. Cooking, not writing, but taking notes.  Busy being busy, stay tuned, the search for balance continues.... … [Continue reading]

Baked Sundays: Epic Baking FAIL!

This is an ancient draft post from way back before I started culinary school.  I never got around to finishing it.  Here it is... Every now and then even the most experienced cooks and bakers fail. This was one of those times. "What the hell is … [Continue reading]