tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30606014329151766082024-03-04T21:23:25.528-08:00Adam LambChef, Consultant, Author, Coachadamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-82097512263162991922012-07-20T18:04:00.002-07:002012-07-20T18:04:22.935-07:00Sign, What Sign?<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Somewhere, just below me - or all around me, the strains of the 70's song, 'signs, signs, everywhere there are signs' is bouncing against the rocky precipice that forms the house's platform and coincidentally upon which I am, metaphorically, perched at this moment. For those of you who don't know I live in the beautiful BVI. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">It's been a year of great discovery and what once felt like I was dropping out or escaping became a place of awakening for me - and if you've never been here, lemme tell you it's about as dense as any third world country. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">So again, I'm presented with a dichotomy, not necessarily a polarity. I've seen relationships come and go and somehow in this particular shade of darkness, I've found my light- that which burns within me. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">I also found my own self love, something I never thought would happen - after all I've been the man of many faces, and facades - none of which where every wholly me and although fun to play with always, and ever, marginalized my self worth</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">But I digress...... </span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">So, what was presenting was to leave here.</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Looking back I can easily recognize that my time here was because my higher levels wanted - inviting me really - to heal; not with any type of mitote or shamanistic ritual but rather it was simple as having the guts to go direct, that I was, indeed, worth it and equal to the task at hand - which as it turned out was forgiveness.</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">So, I could, in fact, leave here with 'my' head held high and reinvigorated by my life and it's possibilities.</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Now know this one very important thing about me, I've spent my life being the rescuer, protector and spent most of that time carrying those that I love (as opposed to simply caring for them and the slippery slope that that choice presents)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">So for me to make this decision, at this point in my life is HUGE.</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">The last time I did something like this based solely on what will bring<i> me</i> joy was the night I left home after my high school graduation.</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Now before any you start congratulating me, I just wanna say that :</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Right now I'm kinda freaked out.</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Ya, kinda - lmao</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Cause before today it was all talk.</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Last night I went to sleep asking my higher levels to show me, just freekin show me... I mean I have had conversations around this and prospects but, in my life before awakening, I never made a move unless there was a job waiting for me - right now I can here my mother's voice 35 years - maybe a hundred years ago - 'Adam, don't make a move until you have something secured' </span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Fascinating word, 'secured, secure......scared' I wonder what it really means.</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">So, in 'the I absolutely have no f****** idea club' I declared that it was time for me to move on; way out on the very tiny, thin branches - without a plan, job, exit strategy, on a wing and a barely whispered prayer.</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">So, this morning, listening to someone - the higher me?, I stopped in to office of the warehouse manager to see when I had to drop my personal effects (affects?) at the port for shipping. He told me, after a phone call confirmation, that TODAY was the cut off, cause the boat to the good ole USA only sails once a month. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">So I filled out the paperwork by noon, then went home to finish packing.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Now I<i> had been</i> 'dawdling packing'</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">You know the type - kinda maybe sorta packing but not so in deep that if something happened, one could very easily just unpack - right?</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Still everything was staged just so, that if the call did come, it could be completed easily enough But by 4pm? </span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Fer cryin out loud......</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">Now I had someone come down with me, which didn't work out but the break up was amiable enough, but now II had the additional chore of executing the physical separation </span><span style="line-height: 15px;">predicated</span><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px;"> by the emotional one......not a big deal, just another detail.</span></span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">I <i>was</i> struck by how little was 'mine' and how much was 'hers'</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">I got it all down to the port before the deadline - how? I have no idea....</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">So now, sitting here, bathed in my own sweat, I am surrounded by nothing that is really mine; was any of it really mine or was it an illusion that my ego became attached to?</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">I have no clue</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">The only thing I think I know is that there is nothing separating me from my inner guidance and even though my ego is completely apoplectic - he might even need an epi-pen before this is all over, everything WILL work out perfectly, <i>especially</i> when I don't know - or can not even barely conceive of what that will look like.</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Shit, gotta run - the warehouse guy just called and told me that there is still a document that I need to sign before they can ship my stuff...</span><br style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Has anyone seen my passport?</span></span>adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-25446806801281440412012-07-20T17:38:00.001-07:002012-07-20T17:46:58.022-07:00A Meme of Panic<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">update -<i>kinda sorta</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">last night I dreamed that I lost all my teeth</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">I can still feel them laying in my hand as I spit them out then scattered them on the earth, like johnny apple-seed but not really sure what I was planting </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Couldn't quite make out what the dream meant, if anything</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Today it was whispered to me, not long after I remembered the dream, that this was a metaphor - or my reality now - for me to start discarding all of my old paradigms, ways of being, personalities and ego conversations; that they will, indeed, no longer serve me - and as useless, need to be exorcised (my word)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">And I get to 'grow' new ones to replace that which will not serve me any longer moving forward - forward and out beloved, for what choice do we have?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">We're all headed out, either as a willing, co-creating participant or dragged along kicking and screaming.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">RIGHT after that my ego piped up, 'you're not that easily rid of me, b*** - how about these feelings????'</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">And then they descended - fear, panic, loss, negative self worth - the whole kit and caboodle - can anyone relate?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">I was struck at how beautiful they were - the feelings, even the negative ones; so complete, convincing, conniving, calculating...they were so intricate - really a wonder to behold.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Tragic</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Awesome</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Delicious</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Extravagant</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Yet separate - but wait how can that be?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Are they not me?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Are they not a part of me?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Who am I without them?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Dammit, this was a conundrum....</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">I 'saw' them, 'tasted' them, I even crawled inside of them to see them from inside out and finally came to the conclusion that,</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">not that I know anything of course but maybe, just maybe</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">I can live my life, and this incredible adventure before me...</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">without them - or more appropriately a new one:</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Grace.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">I know I'm not out of the wilderness yet, or maybe will never be but the fear does not define me, not anymore</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">I know now that I can find, and enjoy playing with, the middle ground - neither completely gagged by my emotions or so removed from my experience that I am above them - I mean were's the fun in that?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; text-align: left;">Let's Rock!</span></span>adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-8706022913697538032012-03-16T18:27:00.003-07:002012-03-16T18:27:34.877-07:00"And now for something completely different..." So I've been diligently compiling material for a book in progress for the last couple of years. I was so proud of myself, including quantum mechanics, arcane references that only a few would get and nifty quotes from historical figures that no one remembers. <br />
It got away from me and became this cumbersome tome that, try as I might, eluded all my efforts to make it readable.<br />
I sent drafts to friends, who sheepishly told me weeks later that they hadn't been able to get through it.<br />
Rare praise indeed.<br />
Not their fault at all. <br />
I felt like Andy Kaufman, creating jokes that only one other person in the room gets.<br />
I, like many others, are influenced by others that got there first.<br />
I had to get over my own self judgement as someone who couldn't possibly have something more profound to say than others already had; what could my voice possibly add to the discourse that had already taken place.<br />
Did I really need to be more clever than the rest and if I did, how would that water down the spirit of what I was trying to get across?<br />
As someone who prides himself as verbose I was uncharacteristically quiet, dissuaded by my own criticism to continue to try.<br />
Then I met Gabrielle Hamilton.<br />
http://bloodbonesandbutter.net/the-author/<br />
We met at Kimball House in the DR at a social function and based on everything I had learned about her, I was eager to get her advice.<br />
If you've never seen this house check out this link:<br />
http://www.blessthisstuff.com/stuff/culture/travel/kimball-house-dominican-republic/<br />
She asked me one simple question, "Adam, what's your book about?"<br />
And in that moment I realized how far I had overreached; stammering and blabbering about this and that, vainly trying to convince her that it was worth her time even speaking about it. <br />
She was kind as she gently stopped me.<br />
"Adam, just tell a good story"<br />
Good story, hell I got plenty of them, I thought.<br />
In that place, in less time that it took me to explain my book to her she had slashed through the bullshit to the core of the matter.<br />
I had gotten away from the story - my story, and no one can tell that story better than <i>me</i>.<br />
So Goodbye to "<b>Kanji in the Kitchen</b>" and Hello to '<b>The Dream of the Dance, the lifetime pursuit of one perfect culinary moment"</b><br />
Thanks Gabrielle for your insight, can't wait to come to Prune and eat like the hedonist I am<br />
Blessings<br />
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<br />adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-52207091642114859532012-01-06T03:48:00.000-08:002012-01-06T03:58:21.639-08:00P in P #6 - Be Where You're At - Have What You Have<br />
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“The most precious gift we can offer others is our
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">It’s always works out perfectly even
if we don’t know what that looks like, especially when going through a
particularly stressful situation, like the one I experienced early in my career
at Charley’s Crab in Ft.
Lauderdale back in the
early 90’s.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> Back then it was a highly regarded operation
that was all about balancing quality with volume. There was a special kind of
madness that ruled this very busy restaurant as will happen when young men have
a little too much power and not enough common sense. Greg had come from Colorado with his young
family for a fresh start and he was clearly over qualified for the position but
to my amazement and relief he accepted the position. He worked for me as my
Sous Chef and it was, all in all, a grand time for all involved. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">At one point as I was cutting fish in
the cooler and as Greg was counting out his line stock for the night he quietly
said to me that I was the first Chef he had worked with that he hadn’t actively
tried to burn down. He hadn’t stopped counting his fish as he spoke
matter-of-factly, never really explaining why but I somehow got that it was
some sort of compliment. I didn’t say a word and he kept right on setting up
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Somewhere between expediting 300 early
birds, doing shots of tequila at the service bar, stripping naked at the beach and Alan Zimmer playing a Blues in E on the
piano in the dining room for his Sunday night guests dressed in just his
underwear and clogs, three years went by and it was time to part ways. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Greg had finally got the promotion to
his own store that he so richly deserved. By that time Zim had washed out,
Sparky had been canned and Doc did just what he had to do to get by each shift
with his sanity. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Greg left at the beginning of the
busiest quarter of the year. It felt like we were getting divorced and I got
the kids and yet life, funny enough, went on. The restaurant needs went on
unabated and there were still guests to be fed, crew to lead and owners to
satisfy. Simply said, the show still had to go on albeit at a disproportionate
disadvantage. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> The
separation had been a potent and effective force within the little social
laboratory that was our kitchen; Greg had an excellent skill set, a mystical
sense of taste, a great sense of humor and a tenacity to get the job done
regardless of the circumstances unlike any I had been party to before.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> A man, I’m sure you would agree,
that would be sorely missed, by none more so than me for I drew strength from
him as a professional and a sense of community from him as a person. Into this
breach I found myself, a little less sure and a bit more stressed. His absence
necessitated a drastic shift to the game plan, crew schedule and major changes
to the priority list of things to keep an eye on, which egos to massage and
practically anything else required getting through the next shift.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> The person most affected by this
change was me but not in the ways I might have previously thought. Sure, I’d
worked seven days for the last three weeks but I had found myself somehow
mysteriously charged and energetic; able to knock down twelve hours in a single
bound although my body moaned inwardly a little more than in the past when I
used to throw myself around the kitchen with wild abandon, sacrificing all else
for the sake of that last plate up banquet. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Perhaps more painful of all was the
sacrifice I made to my wife and children, short lived as it may be. While my
career situation changes from year to year their presence in my life does not
and all that they require is merely my presence, nothing greater or less. Even
they found constructive ways with which to use their new found time together. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> It had been a challenge day after
day; keeping focused on the most immediate need while somehow coming up with
the solution of how I would staff two carving stations at the same time when I
had no one available, save a dishwasher or two.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> I had always appreciated all that
Greg had done and shifting his responsibilities onto myself as well as working
at accomplishing all that I had to do those past weeks was a frustrating white
knuckled experience given that we were up 15% over the last year and up 15%
each and every year for the past three.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">While the increased revenue makes for
happy owners, crew with overtime and guests who get to experience an operation
on its game, those kind of numbers puts an incredible burden on staff morale,
physical plant integrity and FFE inventories.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> So much so that one wonders if the
damage done could be repaired to heart and hearth until, that is, when you hear
the echo of honest laughter coming from the pantry and in that raw moment you
know, it’s all going to end up fine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> Suffice it to say that there was
more irony apparent here than I wanted to look at then, but look, I did.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> As much chaos as a change like this
can breed it can also be fertile ground in which plant the seeds of greatness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> Changes such as these often become
highly charged catalysts, bringing about a positive change with far greater
ramifications than had only been dreamed of. Suddenly the possibility to move
the mission forward in significant and substantial ways loomed just over the
horizon, more attainable than ever before.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> Crew who had been chomping at the
bit to show the true measure of their mettle now had the opportunity to make
their voices heard. A chance to reconcile attitudes and abilities; entering
into a commitment of creating real growth through coaching or mentor-ship, to
really show them just how valuable they were to us by increasing their value
through training, both on site and off, a plan that would get them to where
they dreamt to be. Systems that heretofore had been merely acceptable could now
go through an evolution so that they, not only, could quantify the information
but make it accessible and, low and behold, understandable. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> We are all too often simply human
and with all things being equal and given just enough time to make anything a
‘routine’, we fall into a place of comfort. Comfort being different from
complacency though both can be dangerous without careful consideration. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Several months later I stood on a
Saturday night and marveled at the man/metal organism that was that kitchen,
alive, organic, pulsing, as it danced its way through the night’s reservation
list with a grace and effectiveness that made short work of orders and special
requests; precision incarnate.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> At that moment I knew that this was
going to be the crew that took us through season, breaking numbers without
breaking a sweat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">The crew had changed, not for the
worse, but for the better. Nobody’s fault, none right or wrong, it just was.
The loss of one of its leaders had not deterred this group of individuals
brought together for a common purpose but instead reunited them, reinvigorated
them, recommitted them to the mission that they, together, chose to make
manifest every day that they punched the clock and donned their aprons.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Be where
you’re at, have what you have.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Never had I heard more valuable words
for I knew there were times when I was, and when I wasn’t. Then I knew, at any
moment, I could choose to be present and connected. Sometimes it isn’t pretty
but it’s so much better than arguing for your circumstances. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> New blood and renewed exercise can
bring back damaged muscle and repair it; maybe not to what it was but it often
builds into something new. It becomes capable of things that it never could
have accomplished before, regardless of the effort used to bring it about. I
could have easily slipped into melancholy about what I had lost or how things
could have been different but in the end I chose to have what I have, be
present and look for the opportunities that existed right there before me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> Something to be said for change,
hard as it may be for the heart to bear at times; or so some of us would have
us believe. </span><span style="font-family: Symbol;">¨</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"></span></div>adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-18390095367929827162011-11-08T14:48:00.000-08:002011-11-08T14:48:11.965-08:00Pilgrim in Paradise #5Okay<br />
Today I feel stronger, steadier - more grateful.<br />
Grateful for the work, for the moment - lighter and moving with more purpose.<br />
Phone calls to the family help; the music I crammed into a 500G hard drive is proving to be a balm for sore nerve endings. How can it be that music, for some people, is an incidental pleasure - like supermarket muzak; emotional wallpaper that merely dresses and not defines the moment?<br />
Today I feel like I can make a difference, I can sense another shift within; one that will support me in breaking through all my doubts and fears.<br />
A Food & Beverage Director without the title, a Chef with not one kitchen but 4 - a leader without an expectation of followers - I can see the right in it and that will be enough for me to take some small action, every day; in order to make the lives of these people a bit better - if only for this moment.<br />
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That will be enough.<br />
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I must take a moment and give my thanks to those in my life who have stepped in to show me another way of being, and by their clear example have given me something to grasp onto, in order that I might pull myself up - one rung at a time.<br />
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Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou.<br />
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Stand Tall & Frosty My Brothers and Sisters because we all stand together - even if apart.<br />
Never Doubt It<br />
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Blessings, Belovedadamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-45615995486575185532011-11-07T15:49:00.000-08:002011-11-07T15:49:08.038-08:00TortolaWell, I've been on island for about 3 weeks and I wish I could say that it's been smooth sailing - I find myself missing my loved ones, my family and friends very much. I'm working on making new friends but no one can ever replace the family that I've been blessed with.<br />
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Work is a good remedy for my weakness and I'm reminded of a story that I know well but was reminded of by my mother:<br />
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My father, after discharge from the Coast Guard, got a job with a meteorological company in Boston. Little did he know that once hired, the company would send him packing to 1957 Cuba. After a couple of weeks he called his mother complaining that he was lonely, couldn't eat the food, couldn't speak the language and the water had him running for the latrine every half hour.<br />
<br />The Grand Dame, freed from a selfless life with a demanding man who had done the only right thing by dropping dead, was living her life large and didn't really want her youngest son around to dampen her groove. She told him, I'm sure in the kindest way, to suck it up - be a man, stand up and step in.<br />
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He did, and in the doing, found a love - several really, that would define his life and fill him with a joy of laughter, that he would change the course of his life in such a profound way that it;s impossible to think of the ole man any other way.<br />
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So, with his example in mind, I'll quit my pining and bitchin; and look forward for a change - forgetting for the moment what lay behind me; after all I don't want to fail to recognize any opportunity for joy that may present itself in this moment.<br />
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And, in doing so, may I serve as an example to my children and my friends that life is worthy of risk.<br />
Lord knows I love you all so.<br />adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-78666718028722334042011-10-14T21:16:00.000-07:002011-10-14T21:16:02.455-07:00Pilgrim in Paradise #3<br />
Waiting, waiting, planning, revising the plan, going to sleep with no other thought bouncing around, <em>excpet the plan, </em> only to wake up in mid conversation about how this could all go wrong, and, <em>how it all could go so massively right.</em><br />
Unable to take another step forward because of government bureaucracy there seemed to be a new path layed out in the apartment every day as boxes and bins started to fill the space where furniture had once sat, given gladly away to anyone who would brave the three flights and forty stairs to retrieve it - what would come, what would go and what could stay, at least for the time being<br />
An essential question started to be bandied about - jokingly at first, then as each day passed the answers took on more urgency, more introspection, more stress but the rationale offered were no less any clearer:<br />
What does one REALLY need in order to make an apartment feel more like a home than a vacation rental? How far is the trip to the nearest big box store and how much toilet paper should be used as stuffing against the fragile items placed in the bins?<br />
Heated arguments spilled over into unsuspecting conversation where it became apparent that asking the question felt more like a critique - a judgement then simple physics.<br />
There's only so much room to ship, to store and to display; how can one make a decision based on a space sight unseen?<br />
Certainly comfort is not too much to ask for when one senses that the job at hand will require much mental and physical effort but really - what <em>is </em>important - non negotiable?<br />
A great pair of shoes, check<br />
Monkey Butt Talcum Powder - how does one survive a kitchen shift in the tropics, neat the equator without it?<br />
Iron, spray starch - purely mechanics; what about something that feeds the head - art, music, incense, yoga mats - how are they any less necessary than your favorite fruit mix or pictures of family and friends?<br />
In the end, I felt like having a good old fashion bon-fire because once the flames consume old menus, song lyrics that don't make sense any more or reams of notepads, calculations, inspiration and solutions - surely they worked once, couldn't they be counted on again in the another, yet unforeseen crisis -there would be nowhere to go but forward, the fire having consumed the past.<br />
Or was it all just clutter?<br />
Maybe the real treasure, the one worth keeping, feeding and building was what resided in my mind, my spirit - my soul, all of which could be counted on to come up with a new solution, to a new problem, in a new age.<br />
Boxes were unpacked and rearranged - some begrudgingly, even bordering on the bitter - some because it didn't make sense to fight over one more box of memorabilia. There would be battles ahead that would require much more effort than this - this was, after all, not really important.<br />
Our health - now that was important<br />
Our spiritual quest, our daily sharpening of the saw - that was really important<br />
Nourishing our body and our spirit - at last compromise was met<br />
The path through the apartment changed daily, really confusing the cat - me, I just wanted to make it to the bathroom without a minor mistake occurring.<br />
That's how time was spent, waiting.<br />
And then came the call; several really - one right after the other along with blazing scenes of deja vu; so strong I had to turn my head in the moment and question whether I was imagining it or not - but I knew better.<br />
And then, there was no more waiting; time, it seemed, was a premium - and one not to be wasted on trivialities - now I had to get moving..<br />
After a month on craigslist.com I got an email from someone making an offer on the Vibe<br />
My <em>first </em>response of any kind - email, phone call - or shout over the back fence for the entire time it was listed<br />
My trusty blue 2005 Pontiac Viberator GT, who had sat dormant - unheeded and uninspired in the want ads for a month with nary a bite, nothing, zitch, bubkuss - suddenly had become a hot property.<br />
It sold in a day.<br />
I had three payments left<br />
6 years and 16% interest and suddenly - it was gone<br />
And so was my last key<br />
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Those of you who have been following my progress as a Pilgrim in Paradise know that, by now, I have winnowed down my possessions to a single key.<br />
One last key remained of my attachments to the life I had previously known, and lived and now when I had given it away, willingly I might add at my asking price, I felt...<br />
Relieved, at the reality of no more car payments - no, I had gotten good at budgeting<br />
Jubilant at the end of 6 years of usury - not exactly, I had signed on the bottom line after all<br />
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Mainly I just felt......<br />
Naked<br />
That's what I felt, completely and utterly naked - <br />
Not the nakedness of someone stripped and laid bare without their consent; this was a freeing nudeness - one taken on willingly, joyously, one to be celebrated with a romp, a dance and maybe even a song<br />
Well maybe not yet - I have one or two steps left before I jump this rock and emigrate to a new and exciting land - one where an apartment awaits although I have no idea what it looks like or what's in it.<br />
One where a car awaits for me, although I have no idea what make and it didn't seem too important to ask; I, after all, now need a car - and right now, any that works will do<br />
I have a job waiting for me to fill with enthusiasm, intelligence, good humor and the energy of a novice.<br />
Yes, this time, I'm going in celebrating that which I do not know, reveling in that fact that there is much to learn and I am an eager student.<br />
All that awaits me but for now I have several more days to love my friends and family up and make the most of the moments I have left here.<br />
Stay Tuned my Friends - tomorrow I promise to tell you where I am going - your gonna love it!<br />
Tall & Frosty now<br />
Yes - all my loveadamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-49928113476689307532011-10-09T16:57:00.000-07:002011-10-09T16:57:30.821-07:00Pilgrim in Paradise #2"I fare well in stormy weather"<br />
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Fact: I've spent nearly my adult life in the Hospitality business, working mostly as a Chef<br />
Fiction: I am what I do for a living<br />
Fact: I've been let go twice in my career<br />
Fiction: Neither time was for "unsatisfactory work performance"<br />
Fact: Each time kicked me in the gut and had me foundering for some sense of 'why'<br />
Fiction: I was lessened by my loss<br />
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Quite to the contrary, each loss has fortified, steeled me to myself in a way that all my successes couldn't<br />
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Fact: I have 1 key left on my key chain<br />
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It's for my 2005 Pontiac Vibe GT, which I have faithfully paid despite a vicious interest rate and some lean earning months.<br />
I have 3 payments left.<br />
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In a sense it is the only thing I really "own" at this time.<br />
I have some books, tools, pictures, tapes, DATS, albums, a 500 G hard drive, some clothes and a box that contains one monogrammed Chef coat from every job I have ever held.<br />
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In the past month I have had to leave a job, that although paid well, asked much and took even more.<br />
I gave up my key card, Pcard, access codes and keys<br />
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Ended the lease on my apartment in a city I once questioned why anyone would go<br />
Gave away or left behind most of the furniture, fixtures, and anything that wasn't nailed down<br />
I gave up my key card, apartment key, storage key.<br />
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Moved what little was left to my girlfriend's parents house, interspersed in closets, unused bedrooms and the garage.<br />
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So, now I have 1 key left to give away.<br />
Carmax will have that soon enough when it's time, and time is getting very short now.<br />
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I've been offered a job off this rock, on a British Protectorate that requires a very vigorous Work Visa application process.<br />
There is a one bedroom apartment waiting for me to bed down in<br />
There is a car waiting for me to drive on the left side of the road<br />
There is work waiting worthy of the sum total of my experience, skills and all the guile that my mind can conjure<br />
There are other keys to gain<br />
New perspectives to witness<br />
New opportunities to capture<br />
New gains to be made in this new, quite radical, chapter of my life<br />
And yet - <br />
I feel that there is a deeper process at work, a more profound change than merely latitudes and attitudes<br />
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I'm not quite clear on what exactly it is; it's something near enough to grasp but far enough way to elude articulation but my intuition is calling it out for me to pay attention to.<br />
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I'll let you in on it when I make sense of it but for now, know that I place my face into the wind and one foot in front of the other because the past is dead and standing still is not an option; entropy is an ugly way to go.<br />
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Stand Tall & Frosty my Brothers & Sisters - Jonathon Livingstone Seagull is on the jobadamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-26775521235151971792011-10-02T22:17:00.000-07:002011-10-02T22:18:02.297-07:00Pilgrim in Paradise #1A dear friend asked me just the other day, 'So, Adam, what would it look like, feel like to <i>not </i>judge yourself?'<br />
The question dumbfounded me, primarily because I've spent my life and career, as a judgement machine. Sometimes because our particular craft continually intrigues, beguiles and bewitches us with time lines, best practices, hot young upstarts, crafty masters and the daily dance of getting through the day successfully and with some form of, if not self satisfaction then at least the esprit of a job well done.<br />
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So "Judgement" always seemed valid and indeed necessary.<br />
But when that judgement extends into the darker recesses of our self assessment, self perspective and self esteem then that can lead one to some lonely, and stark assumptions of one's self.<br />
And sometimes the places where those thoughts can lead, plant a hook so deep that no amount of pep talk is gonna dislodge it from the place where the pain emanates.<br />
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But what I think really think my friend meant was that we are our own worse enemy when it comes to "Judgement"; Jungian philosophy has always held that, in our own hearts and minds, there are the ever present specters of the Judge, Jury and Accused, as expressed by the id or our own egos.<br />
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The First is always quickest to Judge any particular thought, action or consequence<br />
The Second is always ready to pronounce judgement, and<br />
The Third is always ready, willing even to embody and internalize the Guilty verdict - almost as if it knew it was guilty from the start and wanted, needed, to be punished which only perpetuates the cycle again and again until any real self confidence or self reliability has been worn down and one is left with the only real thing that they know for sure:<br />
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That they suck<br />
That I, in particular, suck <br />
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But I mean that in the most affectionate manner because at any time, in a moment's notice - that can all be changed and be free of the bondage of 'Judgement"<br />
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I know, because I've lived it.<br />
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My mother just recently wrote me an email where she told me that she <i>knew</i> that since I hadn't been in touch with her that I was living in the past and not yet looking forward, into my future.<br />
I was still stuck with feelings of guilt, anger, betrayal and, more often than not - sorrow about how my last employment ended.<br />
Try as I might, I just couldn't shake off the feeling that I had let everyone down, my associates, my family and not to mention myself.<br />
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Dont'cha just hate it when Mom is right? <br />
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So you see this email from a friend suggesting a different way of looking, no strike that, feeling hit me in my head like a hammer and after pondering this particular way of viewing myself in my world I've come to the conclusion that she has given me a precious gift.<br />
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One which I will not squander.<br />
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So, as a preamble, I'm about done.<br />
Over the next several months I'm going to be taking some time and letting you in the metamorphosis that is occurring within me as I shed my place of residence, most of my belongings and most of all my internal baggage because the "Me" that is forming inside is already feeling a bit more free, especially from the doubt and - and here I have to be careful to be clear and honest without any heavy handiness - self hate; c'mon you the kind I'm talking about - the one the "Accused" in our head loves to feel when the 'Guilty' verdict is handed down, and, with which gives him license for all kinds of self destructive behavior. <br />
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Poster Child for Bad Behavior?<br />
Nope, not me - I've got finer places to fly<br />
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Getting what you wish for is sometimes the straightest path to finding out what you <i>really want</i> because as Abraham says, when you get what you don't want you're already setting up your intentions for what you do want; remember - nature abhors a vacuum (my words, not his). <br />
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Stand Tall & Frosty my brothers & sisters; next time the particulars of our shared journey.<br />
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After all, it was <i>only a job</i> <br />
Still I fell hard, crushed under the weight of a slightly inflated ego and delusions of grandeur.<br />
I actually dressed for work and left the house for a week before I could swallow my shame and guilt and admit that I had 'lost' my job.<br />
<i> Lost</i> my job? It was only lost to me - to another it might be a perfect find<br />
But after going through my grief - "The only way out is through" a friend once told me - I find myself cleansed.<br />
Well, almost.<br />
So, the wheel has turned - but strangely I sense that the worm has turned as well; the one at the core of my spirit that has started a transformation of how I view myself in the world, my place in it - my responsibility to it and my actions within it.<br />
There's something big happening behind the scenes but I'm not allowed to part the curtain quite yet; I've a few more contracts with fellow souls to satisfy - for whatever the reason.<br />
I've been presented with an opportunity, <i>for the second time, </i> with someone who I thought lost to me - and a chance to regain my own self respect.<br />
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I'm going to take it, and run like hell <br />
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'The meal', and the act of producing it is a sacrament dedicated to those that partake of it - and a blessing to those that cooked it that nothing else in this world can compare to.<br />
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Be Proud, my brothers and sisters; and take good care of those in your care, even if for a moment.<br />
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adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-19884498255687726012011-06-21T12:10:00.000-07:002011-06-21T12:10:52.880-07:00A Love Note for Summer from South Florida<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzCRq4OuedDHIb_-47r0blLgY1O0QTw7ieFyRS4aXk5ZvGXt5Z-elmrw-_eHw79GPeb32Ur8C_0qjzgy9TAcQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-13774795638506171562011-03-17T03:27:00.000-07:002011-03-17T03:38:37.012-07:00You get what you get Especially if you do what you've always done.<br />
It's been about 4 months since I last posted and the absence has been a planned one, albeit a bit longer than I anticipated.<br />
For those of you who've followed me for a while you'll remember that my personal and professional story had been written in the daily headlines as the recession affected millions of people, myself included.<br />
For those of you who haven't followed me, my recent history was as challenging as it was unremarkable from those you may know more personally and whose details you may be more intimately familiar with.<br />
I passed a billboard the other day which read, "Recession 101, it's a test, not the final". The first time I saw it, the message stung like hell because at the time it felt like a death sentence; certainly not the motivating message it was meant to be or that which I would come to view it as. Two years ago I had lost a very good position with a start up company - the job had everything I could have wished for but when the housing market collapsed, and the subsequent credit crunch ensued it became clear to my employers - and to myself that, a company has little use for a Corporate Chef with only one unit and with all other deals either on hold or dead in the water I could easily read the writing on the wall.<br />
Looking back on it now I'm amazed that I kept it all going for the next 2 years as I saw my income wither and dry up but plug forward I did.<br />
In a moment of clarity, buoyed by a vision of what my life could become <i>and</i> dismissing my then current reality I spent 3 days deep in thought and an hour at breakneck speed writing out a 'script', a movie if you will about what my life <i>should be</i> if anything was possible.<br />
Sounds like a frivolous project I know, given the bleak outlook of those days but I crafted what I called, 'My Perfect Day', whose narrative took into account every single detail - from what I would have for breakfast to what clothes I wore to the car I drove - well, you get the 'picture'. I rationalized since this was <i>my </i>delusion then I could make it up about anything I wanted but more importantly - what felt good to me.<br />
All of it was written in the present tense as if it had already come to pass; it was a cathartic experience but little did I know what kind of an impact that document would have on my future. <br />
The first line was, "I'm the Culinary Director or Corporate Chef for a progressive food service company, in partnership with committed, creative and passionate people, connected to the community and engaged in business with integrity and authenticity"<br />
As it turns out, that may have been the moment that my recovery was at hand because 4 months later I was hard at work for a national supermarket chain as the corporate chef. Although this particular company had seen it's share of hard times, a bankruptcy in 2005 which reduced the number of stores from 1,100 to 485 AND has been around long enough to be considered 1.) An industry leader, 2.) Perhaps out of touch with the 'new' merchandising (which I've come to know as the 'old' style of doing business - getting to know your customers, being locally relevant, socially responsible and good stewards of trust; cycles within cycles - the point being that globalization often takes us far afield of our primary mission and if you can survive long enough, will be brought right back to that which is and has always been the <i>right way </i>to do business -by creating meaningful relationships.) and 3.) From what some stock market analysis claimed - may be on the ropes and ripe for a take over. <br />
Given the history of the brand and the realization that fainter hearts would have run for the hills in a feeble attempt to protect market share <i>this </i>company has gone out and put together a team of highly competent, imaginative professionals for whom risk was not a dirty word; bucking their history and convention to strike out in a bold new direction. For the first couple of months I wondered how I fit into this dynamic mix of operators and dreamers - I had never worked in retail before and found everything from the language to recipe costing completely different from the Hospitality industry that I had known and grown comfortable, perhaps even a bit complacent with as well.<br />
Personally and professionally this seemed as good a time as any to stretch myself in a new direction and get out there on the skinny branches of the safety tree.<br />
Oddly enough the company had never had a Corporate Chef before so this was bit new to all of us! <br />
Then, in a meeting, I heard something quite remarkable - the visionary who headed up our department told everyone present that our competition was not the other grocery stores, big box marketers, club or discount stores - I mean they were but a can of peas is a can of peas is a can of peas; our true nemesis was every <i>restaurant </i>on the street and the real challenge laid out before us was that we need to get in the head of the restaurateurs, know what they know, model our business after theirs and everything, I mean <i>everything </i>we offered had to be restaurant quality or above.<br />
Now <u>that's </u>something I could get behind, more importantly that's something I knew intimately and, consequently, something that I could offer my present employers - the gorilla mindset that is every good restaurant operator's credo - suddenly my mission, and my value, came into focus. Now, I thought to myself, I get it.<br />
So for the past 4 months I have been traveling extensively, meeting with vendors - creating flavor profiles that we can call our own, cooking more chickens than you can possible imagine - going so far outside the box that I can no longer see the lines and having a blast, humbly and gratefully, with every breath I have.<br />
Casting aside all that I knew to be safe and comfortable I now spend every morning mediating, focusing on what feels good - and right; setting myself up for success from the inside out.<br />
So instead of blogging at the end of the day, I'm going to commit to writing in the morning, just after my mediation when my mind, and heart, are wide open - resisting the urge to self editing and allowing whatever moves me that particular day to come forth. and relating to you, my dear readers, what this side of the food business looks, feels and tastes like - after all, in the future we'll be looking to promising young culinarians like yourself to take us to the next level.<br />
The path I lay may be a bit uneven, things are moving so fast that there's little time to make it pretty - I would rather work hard at raising the bar and shoot for the stars, you'll make your mark when you get here.<br />
Hopefully it'll be of some value to you, I know it will for me and I'm willing to do, say and be something different today, with the clarity that - coming from <i>that place</i>, we're sure to get something different that what we're always gotten and maybe, just maybe we can call it progress.<br />
At the very least we'll be able to call it fun.<br />
Make it a powerful day my brothers and sisters.adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-75903310712377857442010-10-17T10:26:00.000-07:002010-10-17T10:42:46.648-07:00Job Search 3.0So here it was; 500 resumes reviewed, 147 panel interviews - down to 17 viable candidates, now just four left. The Company decided that the best way to determine who would fill the position was to have a 'Top Chef' style cook off, oh my.<br />
Southern Style Meatloaf and a Chef's choice entree. 1 Presentation plate and tasting plates for 10. <br />
A month passes and I get the call, it would seem that I'm one of the last three standing, one candidate dropped out when they found out that they would need to cook it off. For a week I can think of little else, so many questions; what's at the site, who will I be cooking against, what dish would best exemplify my cooking style and reflect my food focus in the actual job? I can feel the weight of the world on my shoulders, bearing me down as the date comes inexorably closer. I wear a rubber band on my wrist in order to express some Neural Linguistic Programming - when I find myself getting overwhelmed by the prospect of doing poorly and letting down all who love, and depend on me, I snap the band so I can come back to a place of calm and presence - I can only hope that I can do the same thing on the day of the event simply by just looking at my wrist; jogging my sub conscious into a placid place.<br />
Soon all doubts would be answered.<br />
Very soon there would be nothing left to do but to do it.<br />
<br />
Driving to the city of the cook off I spend the hours staring through the traffic and road hazards like I'm trying to peer through to the present to the 'almost here'. The car ride feels like I'm hurtling towards my future, be it good or ill. I really have to now idea what's going to happen and trust in the tightly held belief that 'it' always works out for the best no matter what that may look like.<br />
Have I invested myself so dearly, emotionally, that if this doesn't go well I'll be able to square my shoulders and hold my head up high regardless of the outcome or will the let down cripple me for weeks to come; limping along without a cause or purpose?<br />
<br />
I sing through my conflicting emotions with the music on the flash drive stuck into the dash like a two by four thrown through a barn door by a twister. <br />
The car rolls on.<br />
I had googled, facebooked, linkedin and searched the blogosphere for information about the other 2 and the Company principles. Proper preparation yes but still and all the proof would be in the pudding. In one way it didn't matter what I found, in the end my only real competition would be me. Would I be able to get out of my own way, allow 'it' to flow, accept the moment for what it was without forcing it? After all my writing, and talking about Kanji in the Kitchen would I finally be able to express it without it sounding false, trite or insipid? Would I be found to be a poser, inauthentic - the 'fraud' of the ego that we all secretly fear or would I be able to harness my passion, ramp down my 'bull in the china shop' spirit and articulate my deepest gratitude and humility that I was even here at all - surely there were so many out there, just as deserving of this opportunity? The questions were deafening.<br />
And yet here I was, moving forward.<br />
<br />
At the hotel I spent a very restless night sleep, going over my plan - movements, timing, script, options, backup plans and fall back positions like an Olympic athlete - my body swaying in the brisk early morning breezes of the hotel room balcony as I close my eyes imagining the furious last moments right before service. Before I know it, or I believe myself ready, the clock says it's time to go; time to stand tall and frosty my brothers and sisters and bring it - after all this time there is only this day, this moment of presence that is real, gritty and tastes a bit steely in the mouth.<br />
I straighten my jacket, check my tools for the 10th time, get into my clogs and head down stairs towards what feels like <i>my time</i>.<br />
<br />
The three of us meet. We're shown the kitchen where we'll be making our magic. We go to the store where we're to buy all the product necessary to prepare our dishes later at 1:30 pm. We find out that it's not 10 people eating but 12; did we buy enough food? Had we considered the cooking shrinkage or picked up enough seasoning?<br />
I go back to the hotel to get a nap but sleep eludes me, my mind filled again with the dream of the dance until I resign myself to the inevitable. I get up and suit up again. Had I eaten? Did I even need to? The adrenalin flushing my face would be fuel enough for me, I decide and head down again to the car. The one other candidate in the hotel and I make mindless chit chat during the drive, each firmly entrenched in our own internal dialogue. We agree that no matter what we'll be professional and help each; finding pots and pans, locating an onion or plating the dishes as we only have 10 minutes between courses.<br />
<br />
And here it is, no time left to consider the others in our lives or the possibility of defeat. Everything falls away and there is a moment of clarity unlike anything else - a place where all possibilties exist at the same time and the hands run true and the knives all cut straight. I'm getting ahead of myself I realize; with all my product arranged around my cutting board I take a deep breath, close my eyes and give a moment of silent thanks - a prayer of gratitude for even being here at all. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.<br />
<br />
'You Okay?' my compatriot asks noticing that I'm not moving. 'Yeah, brother - thanks' I say as I pick my knife up and start moving with a purpose, grounded finally. Yea, man I think to myself, oh hell yeah.<br />
<br />
The first hour flies by as we'll all heads down, elbows akimbo, stripping produce, blooming herbs and shallots, reducing gastrics and molding meatloaf's. We all steal glances at one another through the tools hanging on the overhead rack, calling out time and checking each other for progress. I realize that it's a perfect day, a perfect moment frozen in culinary heaven; each of us has a distinctive style, unlike the other and our meatloaf plates are a direct reflection - French country, ACF American and southern as southern can be. Our entree plates have three different proteins, three different focuses, three different approaches.<br />
It's apparent that the Company picked well, they would have their work cut out for them - ain't no scrubs in this group.<br />
<br />
All competitiveness, judgment or self serving criticism has disappeared. We watch each other for best practices and realize that there is something to learn from the other's approach.<br />
<br />
Cool.<br />
2:30 comes and goes like it was never there.<br />
We find out that there will be 13, not 12. Alrighty then - no worries now; just <i>keep going.</i><br />
<br />
Suddenly we're all three outside the back door grabbing a breath of fresh air. Three different styles, three different dishes and we're all at the same point; ready to rock with a moment to spare.<br />
<i> </i><br />
We find out that there is a scheduling change and we'll present both our presentation plates at the same time; oops, now I gotta scramble - I thought that we had an hour between the two presentations. I grab pans of food, staged and nested in bowls ready to fire. I cook enough for the 1 plate. We all work silently on the presentation plates until we're called out in front of the group, quickly wiping rims at the last and checking the height of the fried onions on the meatloaf.<br />
<br />
'You know if this was an ACF competition, non functional garnish would cost you points' one competitor comments at the plates on the table. I wonder that the ACF would say about one candidate bringing in prepared corn bread and collared greens or the other bringing in a container of tools nor available to the others. I brush off the comment, no time nor energy to give that criticism - almost there, just <i>keep going.</i><br />
I look around, startled by the observation that time is going to be tighter than I thought and shift gears, cooking and staging items necessary to plate.<i> Wow </i>I think to myself, this is bangin', enjoying the moment as we walk our plates out to the staff assembled around the table.<br />
We take turns talking about our plates and are then excused back to the kitchen to finish it off.<br />
I'm number 2 and started getting the plates ready; 8 minutes someone shouts.<br />
In 6 I'm finishing the garnish and following the plate parade to the table. I stand mute, ready to answer any questions but it's apparent that my meatloaf has done the talking for me; all heads are down and forks scrape plates - a most perfect silence.<br />
I am excused to stage the next meal.<br />
Back in the kitchen I start wondering what's become of candidate number 3. He seems to have been out there for a while, probably talking himself up - arguing for his greatness. I have little time left but, for a second, I ask myself why no one asked <i>me </i>any questions about my meatloaf or culinary pedigree.<br />
<br />
7 minutes! I have my marching orders and I execute; beautifully I might add.<br />
No matter what, I think to myself, I represented myself well today - that, beyond anything, would be my solace and my bragging rights no matter what happened.<br />
I walk out with my head up and my heart on my sleeve, apparent for all to see.<br />
Then the questions come; about the meatloaf, why I got in the business in the first place, what I thought the position would entail, how I saw myself in it. I speak humbly, thankful for all my history, experience and skill set. I speak like the job was mine, saying things like 'ours' and 'we'. Assuming the position was not lost on them as I look into their eyes and see slight smiles and nods of heads.<br />
<br />
My feet never touch the ground walking back to the kitchen.<br />
Clean up, restock, gather dirty pots and pans - the days not over yet and there's till work to be done.<br />
We congratulate each other on the back dock, stealing a cigarette. This could go any way, I say, confident in the truth of it. We all did well and we respected each other through the process - a winning day in my book. As we walk back into the kitchen to get our final instructions I start to feel the inevitable adrenalin crash in my legs, suddenly heavy.<br />
<br />
We're again introduced to the panel. Profuse thanks are offered and I get the feeling that this went very well for the Company. Pictures are taken, hands are grasped - eye contact made trying to get a read of how it went or who might have the edge.<br />
<br />
In the end, we're told that a decision would be made after the weekend.<br />
Manoman, it's going to be a long three daysadamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-54780597663459125402010-10-02T10:14:00.000-07:002010-10-02T10:17:55.616-07:00Recession Lessons'It'll be nice to take you out for sushi', I confessed to my girlfriend.<br />
'Or bring home flowers every week...' She gives me a wry smile.<br />
<br />
Over the last two years, after losing a job I really enjoyed but which was victim of the housing and the consequent credit crisis, my life has become an exercise in contraction as I became - just like many others, underemployed.<br />
<br />
I am very grateful that I had clients who were appreciative of my work and kept my head above water with new projects and who paid fairly consistently.<br />
Others have had it much worse with little or no work to keep them mentally and emotionally active and one step in front of the wolves at the door, so I'm keenly aware just how lucky I am.<br />
<br />
But as with anyone in business in a challenging economic period, some of my clients discovered ways closer to home to spend their ever precious revenue and it became clear to me that I might need to re-enter the ranks of my culinary brothers and sisters manning the kitchens of operations all too aware that they need to work harder than ever to secure their profit line; and with little else to whittle away I saw job postings with smaller and smaller annual salaries and hourly rates.<br />
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I revamped my resume, worked at broadening my networks, worked my vendors, associates and friends for job leads. Even a recent Irish wake for a dear friend of mine became a networking event as the crowd filled with people In The Biz who I hadn't seen in years. Business cards were exchanged, meetings arranged, phone calls promised. Everyone seemed to be in the same position as I, needing work and looking for an advocate, any advocate; someone to help get past the gate keepers of the jobs we most wanted.<br />
<br />
At home, it became essentials only, carefully planned trips to the grocer and leftovers for lunch; nothing was left to chance and when we needed it the most, money came in the nick of time to take care of what was most important next; rent, electric, car insurance, groceries.<br />
<br />
Chess, backgammon, dominoes or card playing became a nightly ritual; ways in which to stay connected in the midst of the stress of making the next payment, the worry of how many hours of work there had been that week - the realization that such worry was taking me further and further away from those that I love; that if I wasn't careful I could, very easily, insulate myself against the world, cocooned by my stress and disconnected from those that keep me sane, and against all odds - laughing; lightened and strengthened for tomorrow's possibilities.<br />
<br />
It's been an emotional roller coaster of questioning, gauging the marketplace, promising leads that ultimately lead nowhere; times of self reflection, getting clear about what I really wanted and thinking about what I really need; it felt to me that life and it's circumstance had provided me with an opportunity to clear the decks and get really connected about what I wanted my life to be about and tangentially what would make up my life.<br />
<br />
So I got some real work in; some of it wasn't pretty but it was all necessary.<br />
<br />
Now, it would seem, I'm in the running for a job that would really inspire me, will really groove me, push me and cause me to really grow - as a professional and a person. And with it comes the reality that all things<b><i> </i></b>really<b><i> do</i></b> work out for the best, even if we don't know what that looks like because had I taken a job below my skill level or experience set just <i>to have </i>a job then I certainly wouldn't be in the position I am today - with what looks like the possibility of having my dream job.<br />
<br />
So what have I learned?<br />
That a strong sense of self and faith in the process is more important than any 401K<br />
That health, family and friends are really the only currency that matters<br />
And that all else, may it be sushi or flowers, is negotiable and is only just icing on the cake.adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-70501606854392073632010-09-23T19:01:00.000-07:002010-09-25T08:18:55.916-07:00Sous Vide White PaperHere follows an extensive treatise, or primer on Sous Vide Cooking; I'm a novice and have just come to this cooking philosophy even though it's been around for years. I once heard a story of a restaurant in France that has 2 cooks for 300 seats and their whole menu is Sous Vide. I was always curious about a product that can be cook at 56 degrees Celsius for 30 hours and come out Medium rare through out the entire loin. Properly chilled the product undergoes pasteurization; and because of which the product remains pristine for up to 3 weeks. There is a passive pasteurization process championed by Pan Saver where they use a high heat bag, metal clamps and utilizes the craftiness of the cook to properly top and seal a bag with little to no oxygen when sealing. Chilled properly, down from 220 degrees to 160 degrees F within 2 hours and the rest of the way down from 160 to 40 degrees F within the remaining 4 hours.<br />
The result is a demi glace, fume or chicken stock that can used up until 3 weeks after production. Try <span style="font-weight: bold;">that</span> with a lexan of pomodoro sauce in chilled down overnight in a cooler; anyway I digress....<br />
<br />
Since the paper is 38 pages long - I'd like to suggest that anyone interested in the document by Douglas Baldwin and is very detailed and scientific where it needs to be, including time and temperature logs, graphs and charts - it's well worth the time to email me at <a href="mailto:cheflam@aol.com">cheflam@aol.com</a> and I'll get it right out to you.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">A taste is found here; </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <u><b> Introduction by Douglas Baldwin</b></u><br />
<<sous a="" cooking="" in="" is="" method="" of="" vacuum="" vide=""><br />
sealed plastic pouches at low temperatures for long<br />
times. Sous vide differs from conventional cooking<br />
methods in two fundamental ways: (i) the raw food<br />
is vacuum sealed in plastic pouches and (ii) the food<br />
is cooked using precisely controlled heating.<br />
Vacuum packaging prevents evaporative losses of<br />
flavor volatiles and moisture during cooking and inhibits<br />
off-flavors from oxidation (Church and Parsons,<br />
2000). This results in especially flavorful and<br />
nutritious food (Church, 1998; Creed, 1998; García-<br />
Linares et al., 2004; Ghazala et al., 1996; Lassen<br />
et al., 2002; Schellekens, 1996; Stea et al., 2006).<br />
Vacuum sealing also reduces aerobic bacterial growth<br />
and allows for the efficient transfer of thermal energy<br />
from the water (or steam) to the food.<br />
Precise temperature control is important when<br />
cooking fish, meat and poultry. Consider the<br />
problem of cooking a thick-cut steak medium-rare.<br />
Cooking the steak on a grill at over 1 000°F (500°C)<br />
until the center comes up to 120°F (50°C) will result<br />
in everything but the very center being overcooked.<br />
A common solution is to sear one side of the<br />
steak in a pan, flip the steak over, and place the pan<br />
in a 275°F (135°C) oven until the center comes up<br />
to 131°F (55°C). For sous vide, the steak is vacuum<br />
sealed in a plastic pouch, cooked in a 131°F (55°C)<br />
water bath for a couple hours, and then seared in a<br />
smoking hot pan or with a blowtorch; the result is a<br />
medium-rare steak with a great crust that is the same<br />
doneness at the edge as it is at the center. Moreover,<br />
the flavorful flat iron steak can be cooked (very safely)<br />
in a 131°F (55°C) water bath for 24 hours and will be<br />
both medium-rare and as tender as filet mignon>></sous></div><br />
<br />
By way of explaining the detail in the paper I've included the email string between Greg and I where he tries to hip me to finer details and how he makes it work at his restaurant, <a href="http://www.broadmoor.com/colorado-dining-charles-court.php">The Charles Court at The Broadmoor</a>. In particular you'll see these suddenly chic techniques on his <a href="http://www.broadmoor.com/content/images/press/charles_court_dinner_menu__september_2010.pdf">Dinner Menu September 2010</a><br />
<br />
Our conversation, like much of life is done moving forward but can only be clearly understood in reverse so if you don't mind...he sez....<br />
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<pre style="font-size: 9pt;"><tt><tt> </tt></tt><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Ok, we do add some corn syrup to boost the simple sugars and also baking soda
for ph so that the amino acids in the protein morph to sugar faster for the
"crisp" texture you speak of. As far as testing, I just let go and let God on
that one. If you set the temps right on the circulator and then properly shock
at the end, you should be in good shape. Celsius is we can set the temps to a
tenth of a degree as opposed to our clunky forms of U.S. measurements only by the
1/4 of a degree. You don't see any measurements in lbs in any science book right?
Short ribs we cook for 3 days in the circulator with a dry rub cure for 24 hrs,
rinse, bag with herbs, garlic, shallots, butter and then the cooking for 3 days
at 65c. For the reheat, we don't put back in the water but reheat in pan for
maillard and add either demi or remi and you have short ribs on the plate in
like 5-7 min. P h is specific to proteins. You need to research on the USDA web
site to get the low down, but leaner animals like venison, buffalo have less and
you need to add sodium-bicarbonate as well as fructose to get the result you
want. With the braised items you need to leave in the bag with all the natural
juice until you are ready to serve, just like leaving it in the braising liquid
for the traditional way. Important: sous vide intensifies everything so you
use like half or less salt, seasoning, garlic than normal.
Hope this helps....
b
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From: Adam M Lamb
To: GREGORY BARNHILL
Subject: Re: Hey Now
Brother
In regards to the Maillard reaction do you find yourself adding any extra
sugars to facilitate a nice crisp exterior? How would one test for any remaining
pathogens or spore outbreaks to ensure proper pasteurization? Do you find that
you're referring to your temps in Celsius because of the settings on the
circulator or just because most of the literature is in metric? Keeping the
sauce separate makes perfect sense so how do you handle something that would
have been traditionally braised such as short ribs? Oil, seasonings, bag, poach,
chill then build the sauce separately - upon order reheat in hot water, sear,
sauce and a quick simmer to replicate the traditional process? At what point do
you concern yourself with the ph of the product; is it specific to a particular
protein? Questions Questions, love love
A
~ be a river ~
Subject: RE: Hey Now
Well, we don't sous vide with sauces at all. We add aromatics and oil or butter
to the protein and usually pasteurize it to a nice medium rare or 55c. The most
important thing is to shock it after the circulator bath so there is no chance
of bacterial growth. At service all we have to do is the maillard reaction to
caramelize the meat, bring it to temp and were done. The egg deal is pretty
much if you want safer eggs, then pasteurize them. Same as the old coddled egg
for Caesar of yore. However, we cook them at 64.5c for two hours for the most
perfect poached egg that you have ever seen. They come out egg shaped!! On one
of our dishes we take the perfectly poached egg, bread it and fry it and serve
it with shrimp and grits. So the deal is you have this egg that looks like hard
boiled and crunchy, but you cut into it, the yolk runs out and the whites are
soft. Kinda mind blowing when you first see it. The sauces we do separately
with the bones and what not and we do bag them, but just for storage. We have
them in 1qt bags and just throw them in the steam well just before service to
bring them to temp, and then mount au beurre to finish. The other really cool
deal about all this is that first the vac machine pumps air into the bag,
opening up the cells of the meat, then when it vacuums, it puts all the flavor
of the herbs and oil directly into the meat so it basically marinates in like 30
seconds instead of 12-24 hours. Also, the compression process is great for
tomatoes, apples, pears and etc as it intensifies their flavor 10 fold just like
reducing a sauce. The time tables are not accurate for us at 6500 feet, but
most likely would be for you. The thing to remember is that once the item gets
to the temp you set, it cant go over so there is little to no chance of over
cooking anything.
I haven't found the right time to see if we can have you out yet. I will be
doing a benefit dinner tomorrow night with chef Sigi and that should be the time
then. I will let you know.
much love </span></pre><pre style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> b
From: Adam M Lamb
To: GREGORY BARNHILL
Subject: Re: Hey Now
wow, what a great piece - I'll have to reread it in order to get the math
right but have you found that generally the time/temp tables to be accurate? In
almost all recipes he doesn't address the addition of sauces much even though he
does point out the the addition of a sauce impact the pasteurization time
significantly; any reliable rules o' the road that you've developed/discovered
in your mad scientist experiments?
still trying to wrap my head around the pasteurization of the eggs; are they
to be used like regular eggs in like a mousse recipe?
many questions, hell I just gotta come and see it done - did you ever ask
about a site visit for me and the liability ramifications? Will I be able to hold
a knife?
you're a gift to me, my brother - in gratitude, I remain always, yours
Adam
Sent: Mon, Sep 20, 2010 2:03 pm
Subject: RE: Hey Now
here is something to start with; <b>refer to the white paper, available from <a href="mailto:cheflam@aol.com">cheflam@aol.com</a></b>
</span></pre><pre style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> From: Adam M Lamb
To: GREGORY BARNHILL
Subject: Re: Hey Now</span></pre><pre style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Hey that was arousing in a strange yet wonderful way - thanks my
brother; we'll need to get into a complete dissertation on sous vide; I have a
feeling that it'll come to the forefront of my efforts soon enough.....
Sent: Mon, Sep 20, 2010 1:44 pm
Subject: RE: Hey Now</span></pre><pre style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> not yet but hope they do so I can sell your ass to them.
Miss you too my brother</span></pre><pre style="font-size: 9pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"> b
To: GREGORY BARNHILL
Subject: Re: Hey Now
Nothing as of yet but I can already see myself there, coming up with
ideas, procedures and products to make a difference!
All good things, positive mind set regardless of what my reality
might look like now; sowing the seeds of success with my thoughts, intentions
and deeds
Loving you! I take it that no one has called you for a reference or
rave reviews?
Love to the family!
</span><tt><tt> </tt></tt><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And so it goes between my friend and me....</span></span>
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</tt></tt></pre>adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-83974894721290552582010-09-23T07:38:00.000-07:002010-09-23T08:09:08.411-07:00Sometimes it all about WHEN something grabs you that makes the differeceI came across an odd email that I was moved to click through; I'm sure that I had seen similar posts before but this time something grabbed my eye. I wish I could say it was some flash formatting or similar tactic that marketers use to differentiate them selves from the pack - but it wasn't; more differently this particular author and coach<span style="font-style: italic;"> wasn't selling anything</span> - at least that I could see, just giving away free copies of his new book, period. No hook, no bait and switch - just simply a desire by the author to get the information in as many hands that will be willing to use the outline he's created for a better life.<br />I pride myself on being sophisticated enough to see what's under the hype and for the life of me, I couldn't find anything untoward, just an impassioned man who wants to make a difference<span style="font-style: italic;">; and </span>a simple message that spoke to me in a way I hadn't heard before even though the words seemed familiar until I realized that it's not just about the message - it's also about my willingness to be open and allowing for the message to be heard; timing baby, is everything<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">.<br /></span></span><br />Don't take my word for it, download this excellent book, '<span style="font-weight: bold;">Monetizing Your Passion</span>' by Rich German. 238 pages of solid actionable content - no more pandering the ego's of the author, Rich breaks through to a level that grabbed me and before I knew it, I had started with some of his action steps in order to bring my game to the next level - and I know that he can provide you the tools and self motivation that will get you taking massive action based out of what <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">you</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>determine what's most important to <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">you.</span><br /><br />Wishes will never change anything; energy, discipline and enthusiasm will!<br />Please, do your self a favor and down load his free book <span style="font-weight: bold;">'Monetizing Your Passion'</span>; you won't be sorry and I can be in complete integrity bringing you something that will definitely<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> 'support you in your success'!<br /><br />click here:<a href="http://www.richgerman.com/"> http://www.richgerman.com/</a><br /><br /></span></span>adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-26986953733128616602010-09-22T20:26:00.000-07:002010-09-22T23:57:42.521-07:00Sous VideJust got blown up by my best friend and a true culinary visionary, Greg Barnhill, Executive Chef at The Charles Court at The Broadmoor Resort in Colorado Springs. Over the last three days we've been going back and forth about Sous Vide cooking and he schooled me but good.<br />It started easily enough, 'What are the three most used pieces of equipment in your kitchen?' It's a simple question that draws a lot of heat because in three small words it illustrates, and illuminates a lot. In less than a paragraph, if one reads between the lines well enough, one can get an incredibly detailed look at what's going on in a kitchen 1500 miles away.<br />'The Dehydrator, The Circulator & my CryoVav.<br />Once a procedure that was frowned upon as 'shock cooking' and lacking in the finer points of finishing Sous Vide has become one of the preferred cooking methods and if this can apply to one of the most adventurous kitchens in this country then it'll apply to just about anyone, anywhere.<br /><br />I'll be posting a link to a basic dissertation about this process, or more appropriately processes that'll give you the leg up on the competition and a complete thread of our conversation - properly redacted to protect the guilty.<br />Back in the day we would send experiments/specials/<span style="font-style: italic;">eat</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> type of dishes to each other in cabs, pizza delivery trucks or anything that would get it there in one piece.<br />It was our way of keeping our 'saws sharpened' in a good natured, competitive way but the reality is if there's not someone in your life who challenges you, your perceptions, your skill set AND does it in a loving but in-your-face-way that precludes any denial of the opportunity to learn and grow, well hell - you gotta go get you one.<br /><br />Or several; everyone needs a coach AND a Master Mind Group made up of friends, co workers or professionals who you look up to and who put you back on your heels with their experience, insight and skill.<br /><br />I read a great quote today. "Your growth is directly linked to how willing you are to have uncomfortable conversations" and a Master Mind Group is a great way to have uncomfortable conversations in a way that's constructive and actionable because everyone understands that their participation is for everyone's <span style="font-style: italic;">higher good</span> and holding back or fluffing only keeps everyone, and in this case me, small.<br /><br />My friend Darren Jacklin has perfected the Master Mind concept to his credit, and his bank book, guided by a moral sense that keeps him pointed Due North towards his goal of helping a million, that's 1,000,000, people have the life that they dream of - all by the time he's 45. You can find him at <a href="http://www.darrenjacklin.com/">www.darrenjacklin.com</a><br /><br />It can be a life long commitment to excellence by the participants; it's essential for growth that means something and leads somewhere as long as the basic covenant of mutual honesty, integrity and understanding is honored<br /><br />I'd rather come to this life as a novice, with the slack jawed awe that comes naturally to a rube in the big city than the smug complacency that comes from an <span style="font-style: italic;">expert </span><span>who thinks that he's been there done that, yawn.<br /></span><br />There's still so much to learn joyfully, laughingly and Greg, Clive, Christopher, Darren and others all support me in ways they'll never know and I'll spend the rest of my life looking for the appropriate words to express my gratitude for the gift they are to me.<br /><br />If you turn up your nose and turn your back on something this powerful, don't be surprised if your competition beats you to it - the smart ones are always looking for a good tool to beat the pants off you - <span style="font-style: italic;">go now, seek, read, understand and apply </span>adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-32925934283392520612010-09-22T20:25:00.001-07:002010-09-23T00:00:20.784-07:00One of the BestAuthors; one to ponder possibilities with: <a href="http://www.theawareshow.com/connect/braden/">http://www.theawareshow.com/connect/braden/</a>adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-65266492259230133872010-07-22T10:52:00.000-07:002010-07-22T10:54:00.438-07:00Kanji in the Kitchen6 ~ Kanji Right Livelihood<br />“The verdict you pronounce upon the source of your livelihood is the verdict you pronounce upon your life” ~ Ayn Rand<br /><br />I started mowing lawns when I was 12. My dad, a college professor had impressed on us all the virtue of hard work namely by letting up know early on that his meager salary would barely keep the roof over our heads and if we wanted anything else it would be up to us to provide it for ourselves.<br />Regardless of how hard he seemed to be pressed to keep bread on the table and the electricity flowing come Christmas or Easter morning there was always a bounty to be found around the hearth of our simple home.<br />I call it simple but it was really much more than that with the dynamic of four siblings, a highly spirited Cuban mother and a father whose favorite time of his life seemed to be when we were toddlers and would look up at him with unfailing and unquestioning love in our eyes.<br />No matter how loud it got in the house during the day with the natural sonic disturbance that‟s the daily life of any household, come nighttime, while all the children were packed away upstairs vainly fending off sleep like they were going to miss something, anything, my dad would make the rounds shutting off the lights, banking back the furnace, closing blinds and making sure that his prized Doberman, Pepita, had all she needed to guard us all vigilantly against the darkening streets.<br />He‟d then, in complete darkness, sit down at his Yamaha grand piano and play. Softly at first he‟d start with old ballads, sweet with longing then, changing the tempo he‟d pound out a honky-tonk and then finally build up to some Aaron Copeland arrangements full of counter melodies and pumping back beat.<br />I fell asleep almost every night I lived in that house with the sound of my father‟s tinkling ivories dancing up the stairs to sing me off to slumber. It‟s one of the kindest, most serene memories of my dad and our family at 321 Woodmar Ave. Its recollection would succor me through some dark doubting moments, long after he was gone and the piano and gone silent.<br />I finally got the nerve to ask him why he played at night and not, maybe just maybe, play during the day when I might sing along with him; I so desperately wanted to be with my dad when he played – to be part of that man, shit man that was cool.<br />He took a while to answer me, perhaps gauging my ability to understand more than his words but more importantly, his intent.<br />“I do it for me. It‟s the one thing I keep for myself”, he said with a sadness I hadn‟t heard from him before.<br />“At one point in my life all I wanted to do was play piano in a smoky bar with a tip jar on the top and some sultry dame leaning against my instrument”<br />Of which instrument he meant I was still a bit wet behind the ears to have even asked.<br />“But that‟s not the way it worked out and so I keep this for myself to remind me of who I was once and what I aspired to.”<br />No matter how he complained about the bureaucracy of the intellegencia, parliamentary procedure, tenure, the ignorance of some of his students or the intricacies of working in a university my dad really, really loved teaching. The accolades of his students and for the most part his contemporaries bore this out as he was given the Chair of the Modern Languages department at Purdue University and other awards.<br />One of his manuscripts is still being used in advanced Spanish classes I understand.<br />It was perhaps fitting that on a Monday morning during class that he collapsed and was rushed to a hospital emergency room. I was in England at the time serving in the USAF. The old man dodged a bullet that time but it would come back to claim it‟s prize several years later after he had finally come to terms with his remaining years by planning a cross country camping trip with Pepita‟s replacement, the precocious Fina de Casta Van Worlock; or as we called her, „The Little Bitch‟.<br />He never got to make that trip.<br />He cast a mighty shadow when he lived and sometimes, when I am quiet enough, I can hear piano music coming from somewhere just out of sight, right around the corner.<br />So, if all he wanted was to be a honky-tonk piano player, how the hell did he end up teaching Spanish to my high school Spanish teacher?<br />Why, love, of course.<br />His ego may have wanted to be a musician for the same reasons that mine did but it was Love that won out in the end.<br />After he got out of the Coast Guard he went to work at a meteorological company based in Boston, his hometown. Batista, down in Cuba – whether a US stooge or just someone who was getting tired of his country getting its ass kicked every hurricane season, contracted with several US firms, one having just employed a fresh faced kid ready for anything, or so he thought.<br />The scientific thinking at the time was that if one could lace clouds with silver iodine crystals it would create a natural disturbance within the upper trade winds that would normally steer hurricanes from the warmth of the African coast eastward.<br />Instead of steering currents aimed at defenseless and desperately unprepared populaces from Bimini to the Gulf of Mexico the silver iodine would create wind sheer, slicing at the heart of the beast and leave it whimpering with a few gale winds and some much needed rain for crop rotation.<br />Sadly, as it‟s been demonstrated time after time, man‟s attempts to control the normal, nay necessary cycles of the Mother are only so much spittin‟ in the wind.<br />During the year and half that the experiments were being conducted my father was stationed in Cuba without nary a guidebook nor a how do you do. The chief mathematician of the project, Manolo Lopez, took pity on this gringo that couldn‟t eat because he spent most of his time in the out house. Manolo would invite my dad to his house for the weekend. Manolo was a naturalist, adventurer; quick to laugh and patient<br />to an outsider. He was also married to the eldest daughter of a family of seven, five of which were women of captivating beauty and a lust for life as it was lived for the fortunate few of the early 50‟s in Cuba.<br />My dad would hold court in the front room, playing the piano and generally making the women laugh, sing and swoon at the thought of this sophisticated, handsome, single American.<br />Once, early on in his assignment, my father had called his mother back in Boston and pleaded to come home because he felt out of place and was rebuffed; the old girl had a right to live her life too now that the tyrant of the house had thankfully dropped dead, When he finally did come back state side it was with a heart full of the Cuban people, culture, of a sense of belonging to that witchy island and the Spanish language.<br />Instead of following through on his meteorological career, one for which he was trained and now experienced in the world and playing piano in his off time he went back to school. This time he would study Spanish, get married and get his Masters in Modern Languages. He had his first child and when his doctorate was almost complete, had his second child, my brother Jason.<br />Upon Jason‟s birth he sold the watch his father had given to him to keep it all going, all the while dreaming of sharing his passion for the Spanish people, their history and their language.<br />Why? What could possibly drive him to a life in academia, moving his family, now complete with two new daughters, four times in ten years; each time learning a little more, sharing a little more and gaining ground until we found ourselves in Hammond Indiana and he, apparently, having finally arrived.<br />He followed his passion and shared it. Kind of what I do, certainly what his grandson Anthony James Lamb does, he teaches middle school; something that he didn‟t decide until his third year of college when it became his passion. My son is doing very well and is highly considered by his kids and fellow faculty members; sounds like someone I once knew. I‟ve given him the plaque that sat on my father‟s desk that says, Dr. Anthony J Lamb, because I know that he‟ll achieve that and more, as long as it remains his passion.<br />I‟ve cut lawns, delivered papers in sleet and rain, sold Thom McCann shoes, jeans, bussed tables, worked at a summer resort in Michigan every year I was in high school, worked in a steel mill and served in the Air Force.<br />No matter what I tried I ended up back in the restaurant business. Not because it was easy because anyone in the business will tell you it‟s akin to blood money, but because it has been my passion and I‟ve wanted to share it; with the guests and, especially, the guy or girl on each side of me because together, today, we can make a difference in someone‟s life.<br />Just because we‟re moved to share our passion.<br />I‟m a chef but I‟m also a teacher. I come from a strong line of teachers, each of us have chosen what we‟ll teach and to whom.<br />Genetic?<br />Evolutionary?<br />Who knows but I‟ll tell you this, and this is how I know that this is my right livelihood, I‟d be doing it, even if it never paid.<br />I think that‟s what my dad tried to teach me.<br />Just a short postscript: it took me years to figure it out but no matter how busted out my old man would make it sound he‟d wait till the night before Christmas then head out to the all night sales and go into hock for the entire next year building a pile under the tree just to see the look on our faces come the morning; I guess to him that one moment was worth whatever he had to do to make it happen.<br />Pretty cool, if you ask me.adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-10869686842408028812010-07-22T10:34:00.000-07:002010-07-22T10:35:10.927-07:00No Experience NecessaryI LOVE THIS BUSINESS!<br />In order to create sustainable success many other professions require years of schooling, grueling certifications, demeaning apprenticeships, state licensing or other strict requirements usually accompanied by crushing school loans and years of practice unrecognized by anyone save direct supervisors.<br />It also takes months, years even of carefully planned steps culminating in a critical path which, if one is persistent and has a healthy share of luck, will result in something tangible that may stand for many years for all to behold and wonder on. Engineers and architects work in advanced mathematics, logic and physics only to pass along their brain child to another pair of, hopefully, competent hands, hearts and minds in order to manifest the project into reality.<br />I’ve heard it said that, given all the complexities, personalities, time and money constraints it’s a wonder that ANY movie gets made let alone be viewed by the public. Anyone working in the Arts or Humanities, or for virtually any professional occupation, has to navigate the slippery slopes of subjective morality, shifting fashions and the nightmare of grant writing in order to see any of their work come to the light of public view.<br />I know a few of you in the Hospitality Business will be jumping to their feet to protest my simplification but give me a moment to make my case.<br />Some of my best friends have sacrificed much to attain a certain amount of acclaim or in my case notoriety. I’ve got 23 years in and still learning. Greg Barnhill, one of the best chefs in the west worked through not one, but three year long apprenticeships, each with a different European trained, Michelin rated chefs. I have the honor of being part of the advisory board of The International School of Culinary Arts and know first hand the dedication of the teaching staff and the work that the students put in – all in the name of a title that many, much less deserving, use with impunity.<br />The true leaders of our industry have given up their children’s birthday parties, anniversary dates and holidays in service to our treasured guests; in the quest of that perfectly plated meal.<br />All in dedication to an experience so fleeting that most diners are vaguely aware of the hours of daydreaming, planning and experimentation that backs up every plate that hits that window.<br />‘The Making of Ironman – The Movie’? How about ‘The Making of Beef Milanese Neopolitano’? Now that’s something worthy of 20 minutes of film draped with a voice over from Morgan Freeman!<br />So I may have misspoke before when I implied that this business is something that can be done by anyone with little or no training – yet there are those out there who believe that. And bless them; I really mean that – it’s for these intrepid souls that I sing this particular song.<br />It’s for these stalwart, courageous business people that I say, ‘RIGHT ON!’<br />Here’s to: the contractor who inherits a restaurant because the owner couldn’t pay for the renovations, the public servant who nurtured the dream of his own little diner to retire to; here’s to the business man who, because of prior success in other industries, believes that he knows what his guests really want.<br />Here’s to the father that wants to build something with his 2 hands because he wants to leave a legacy for his children; here’s the mother, left with an empty nest and her grandmother’s peanut brittle recipe. Here’s to the college student who works summer’s on an oil derrick off the Texas coast and winter’s in Alaska fishing salmon because he has a vision of a restaurant where his crew LOVES to come to work.<br />Here’s to all the lover’s of life, and food, foolish enough to give this business a try – it’s to you I say, “Come on in, there’s always room for a good idea”. My brothers and sisters are here; ready, to turn your dream into a reality –just because we SAY SO!<br />Dedicated to the memory of Sean Foley; a gift to all she touched with her food & her spirit!adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-77935038896459756862010-07-21T13:10:00.000-07:002010-07-21T13:19:47.337-07:00The Profit ParadigmStatistics from the US Labor Board reveal that 65 % of the working population in this country are employed by small or medium sized businesses, making these businesses the economic engine of our economy and, as these businesses go, so does the rest of the country.<br />All the numbers in the world won’t change a thing and I’ve never seen a graph or pie chart that will sway anyone’s good opinion or force someone into a considered action.<br />No statistic will ever be as compelling as working with Wilson will ever be.<br />Wilson and his wife, both immigrants from a certain third world county less than 90 miles from the east coast of Florida came with high hopes for a better life for their family and a work ethic that wouldn’t be diminished by opportunity, or lack thereof, language barrier, nationalism nor prejudice. The ever present specter of extreme poverty and corruption that they had left behind in their native country was potent enough for both of them to work almost all the working hours in the day in the hopes of distancing themselves from the miasma that was their previous life.<br />We’d like to think that this is a country that celebrates hard work and dedication but the recent economic crisis has left folks just like Wilson and his wife exposed and vulnerable; the loss of any of their four jobs would leave them hanging at the precipice of financial ruin.<br />I’ve stood hip to hip with both Wilson and his wife, both perfect examples of why a ban on familial hires are often misplaced and silly, pulling pasta, making bread, separating deliveries and dicing and slicing; all done with their familiar smile of a job well done and a job being ‘of – use’.<br />A thorough clean up and they’re off, to another restaurant, separately this time, to complete another full shift before either of them can get home, be with the kids, check homework and then, finally, to spend a few quiet moments together in the silence of their shared struggle, only to get up the next morning and do it all over again; often staggering their days, and shifts off untl a whole week goes by without the synchronicity of a single complete day off spent together.<br />All for, and because of, their family.<br />But it’s getting increasingly harder for Wilson and other’s like him to keep this type of selfless sacrifice going for much longer.<br />Everything is going up in this business, everything that is, except for wages. As commodity prices go up, the profit margins are shrinking and more and more companies are cutting benefits, if they ever offered them in the first place and wages are, in some instances being cut – orphans of a disappearing middle class.<br />Once all these pressures are factored in owners and/or shareholders increasingly forget Wilson’s face and the kind lines cut around his eyes from<br />years of smiling in face of adversity and refer to him as only, ‘Cook 2’; much easier to axe a position than it is to cut a life.<br />Profit has no conscious and profit must be maintained.<br />I understand that the economy must be moved forward and innovation and ingenuity are cornerstones to it’s growth and maturation but the question, at least for me, has always been: How much is enough?<br />Understanding that you can’t put a food or labor cost in the bank, and the margins the thing – then how much margin does an owner or stock holder need?<br />Given that everything is equal and costs will rise; uncontrollable costs like commodity pricing, rent, insurance etc. then there’s only one place to look to squeeze out a bit more profit – your work force; and these are the same people who look to you to keep their best interest in heart, to help them help you in keeping our business vital and alluring, and their lives worth living.<br />And you’re willing to barter that away because you made a poor deal on your lease and you need to wring out another 10% in profits? So that you can make another payment on a boat that you take out twice a year?<br />Wilson, and his family, deserve so much betteradamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-4928444662472271322010-07-19T08:46:00.000-07:002010-07-19T09:45:45.294-07:00Okay, OkayI admit that I fell down the rabbit hole there for a while. My last post was in January and, like most of you I imagine, I've had my share of things to deal with - all the while withering a bit more in the process.<br />But NO MORE!<br />I fell into the trap of believing my ego's lies about a lot of what my life is about, what it's supposed to be about meaning and where do I go from here.<br />I lost my monthly article due to a change in editorial perspective - they wanted to hear from more than just one culinarian about what they were experiencing; completely valid but I chose to interpret it another way.<br />It seems that the shift that's starting to occur can only be preceded by a winnowing, or stripping back of past illusions, perceptions, self beliefs and self constructs.<br />The current market conditions and world economy have combined for the perfect storm for transformation - we can no longer rely on the processes, strategies or strength of the past; they won't work anymore - trust me I've tried.<br />Brute force and throwing one's self about in careless abandon only get's it blown back in your face.<br />My forehead is bloodied from butting up against the wall<br />After all that which got us here might not necessarily be the best way to proceed any further.<br />But, damn - it's hard giving up the skin that I've worn for most of my life!<br />And naked, what do I step in to now?<br />I questioned everything<br />I questioned what kind of a professional I had been; the crew that I was hard on or worse yet neglected in my quest for professional notoriety and while it's true that I did almost make Eddy Lee cry for a simple yet avoidable mistake, there is a battalion of chefs and sous chefs who started out with me and as one so eloquently put it:<br />'I get it now, thanks Chef'<br />Humble, mumble, choke just a bit when you see the sincerity in their eyes.<br />I did make a difference<br />I did make the world a little better for those willing to listen or watch<br />I am of worth<br />I am worthy<br />Yet in order to move forward there are amends to be made; I've been given a bill that requires payment and nothing short of my integrity will do so I'm about the business of balancing the scales of my life.<br />"And your permission is all I need to heal..." - Sixx AM<br />A Caamora to sear the soul and burn out the regret, sadness, self recrimination, guilt and shame.<br />As Scanlon said, "Pull up your skirt m*****f****, how much longer will you be the Master of your Misery?"<br />Clearly, no longer.<br />There is still a difference to be made<br />There is still work to be doneadamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-63070121073525158022010-01-13T06:15:00.000-08:002010-01-13T06:18:44.569-08:00Oh What FunOperational Illiteracy<br />New Menu Rollout, what fun!<br />Weeks of planning, engineering really, all comes down to this – the moment of truth.<br />All the homework has been done; products sourced, yield tests, operational analysis; new menu items run as specials to gauge guest satisfaction and receptivity – now for the real work to be executed.<br />Menu Worksheets, check<br />Station Maps, check<br />Revised Recipes, done<br />Updated prep sheets, cut sheets and order guides: complete.<br />All new bulk prep has been done, and backed up to estimated par levels; one never knows until it‟s time to rock after all, and now - it is.<br />“What type of pasta comes with the Scampi?‟ I ask the pasta cook as I demo the dish in front of him, confident that he‟s had time to review the new menu specifications I‟ve prepared in advance.<br />“I don‟t know chef‟, he offers weakly.<br />„What do you mean, it‟s on the menu.” now I‟m getting frustrated, the adrenaline jacks into my bloodstream in preparation for what is to come.<br />All systems are go ready for launch Captain.<br />“No, it‟s not Chef”, I can feel the burning in my ears as my blood pressure rises to meet this new demand.<br />“It‟s right there” I stab at the menu with a greasy finger to the words „Angel Hair‟. After 5 double shifts getting everything ready for this I was a little short on patience.<br />As ready as I felt this was something I was not prepared for – ignorance.<br />“Please read the menu to me, aloud please” my voice rising.<br />I was considering making an example of him; an example of what to expect from Chef if one comes to work unprepared.<br />“C‟mon man read it!‟ I almost shout.<br />“You‟re making me very nervous Chef.” I bet I am, I would be too if I were in his shoes.<br />“We‟re running out of time, read it!”<br />He starts to, hesitantly, following my finger across the line of words.<br />It‟s then when it strikes me like a slap in the face from a jilted lover.<br />He‟s not reading the description as I‟ve written it, he‟s reading it as I‟ve explained it to him.<br />My word and stars, the man cannot read.<br />By any outward appearance he‟s a fully functioning member of society at large and a crewmember of some standing in the little world of our kitchen but in reality he‟s functionally illiterate.<br />I had completely taken it for granted that he could read the information that I had so diligently prepared but it was all of little or no use at all if he couldn‟t process it.<br />I took a good long look at my crew and started to ask myself some hard questions, most disturbing of which was, „How many more are like him?‟. He had been here for some time prior to my arrival, „Had this ever come up before?” and if so, „Why hasn‟t someone done anything about this?‟<br />We‟re all familiar with the language gap of emerging populations and have even come up with a bastard language, „Kitchenese‟; adaptable to any language it‟s mostly spoken Spanish & Creole crew so that their supervisors can understand that they were shorted on their paycheck or that they need new uniforms.<br />ESOL or English for Speakers of Other Languages has done a great job at preparing immigrants to enter the general work force but kitchens are dangerous, fast paced environments that require a stronger hold on the English language than most possess but there‟s been a disturbing trend in our industry in recent years.<br />A few years ago when skilled labor was hard to come by some Chefs and managers took crew with little or no language skills to do menial tasks by showing them the specific job and without the knowledge of why or where their part fell into the larger picture they drilled these „cooks‟; repetition crystallizes the skill in memory and then the task requires neither supervision nor any critical thinking.<br />This might have solved the manager‟s immediate crisis, someone to fry tortilla chips everyday, but it came woefully short of caring anything about the person in any way that would ensure the empowerment that comes from the skill of reading and writing language well.<br />It‟s the height of hypocrisy to protest about why this person preps the same thing, in the same quantity everyday whether we run out or end up with 2 cases of molded julienne peppers.<br />Hey, now worries, they‟ll just punch in today and do another 3 cases, whether we need it or not; smiling all the while because they think they‟re doing a good job and really, it‟s not their fault.<br />It‟s ours – we didn‟t care enough about them, as a person nor as a professional to want to set up an ESOL class in our facility for the neighborhood workers who could use language training or prepare them for the inevitable changes that must occur if we‟re to remain viable in any market.<br />Or make it mandatory to attend such a class, or to do anything of consequence so that the crew could learn, grow and remain an asset to the organization.<br />Just didn‟t care enough about them to care.<br />It‟s called „The Peter Principle‟ and there‟s only one way it ends and it‟s not with a promotion.<br />All we did was set them up for failure; we failed them and in doing so ensured our own downfall so don‟t be so surprised when we meet in the unemployment line because we couldn‟t be bothered with someone else‟s welfare.<br />my note:<br />Oh, Brother, Brother - don't you get that it's the bigger man that admits his limitations - regardless of the how and why - and asks for help so that he can get beyond them instead of engaging in the backstab of gossip in order to deflect attention from something that could have been corrected so easily. No matter what happens to whom or who gets thrown under the bus you're still left with your educational deficit and the fact remains: While a job is a job is a job you STILL cannot read and while the opportunity existed<br />you weren't courageous enough to do something about it at the time. I pray for your sake, and those of your family, that someone comes along that cares enough about you, and willing enough to hold you in your highest, to do something about it and this time, THIS time I hope you meet him/her halfway. Stand tall and frosty my friends Be a Riveradamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-42160869489820332102010-01-13T05:32:00.000-08:002010-01-13T05:35:46.169-08:00My Word & StarsFriends & Family<br /> I'm sorry that it's been a while since my last post - I got a little busy at work, LOL!<br />So here's to a prosperous, productive, joyful and abundant 2010; it's empowering to know that we all have what it takes to make this year what we seek - staring with today!<br /> Rock On!adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060601432915176608.post-91491724252170227892009-08-12T18:37:00.000-07:002009-08-12T18:43:52.189-07:00551 Resumes<span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"> All the bad press, sour statistics and droning talking heads can best be summed up by the email I received the other day:<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>‘Dear Chef,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2"> </span>We met several years ago when you were working at X restaurant. Last year the company I worked for moved me to another restaurant. Things got very tough financially for the group and since I was last in, I was the first to go. I live in Boca, have a wife and two children and am a very hard worker. Can you help me find another job?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 4"> </span>Lost in Boca’<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>You can talk statistics all you want; 14 million unemployed in the nation right now. But nothing brings it home quicker than a compelling story from someone you know in real need. The frightening thing is I get at least one email like this a week.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>As my story has unfolded over the past year I’ve found myself in this very same scenario. Since my last full time position was eliminated a year ago July I’ve been right in the mix and discovered for myself how tough it is to land a job right now.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> Someone</span> told my ex wife of my predicament and she said, ‘Nothing to worry about, Adam is always working.’ It’s true, whenever I found myself out of work, for whatever reason, I was employed within three weeks – the ink on the Cobra plan hadn’t even dried. This time, it’s been a little different.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Emotionally these circumstances can take their toll, leading to questions about self worth, skills, abilities until one is left with a simmering doubt that will not be of any use in securing a job.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>It’s imperative that one keeps they’re head up, shoulders squared and completely confident of their skills and the ability to execute at a high level or a prospective employer will sense the doubt, taste the bitterness or hear the frustration in the answers to their questions.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Get up in the morning, have a routine – any routine that gets you geared up, mentally clear and focused and grateful that another day has risen and opportunities exist out there, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">somewhere.</i>. Be workman like, even if you’re working from home; dress appropriately, pack or plan a healthy lunch, take time for reflection and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">then get back out there!<o:p></o:p></i></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>During a recent interview I was asked, “So you’ve sent out 10 resumes a week for a year? Why do you think you haven’t been hired?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>A good question with many answers. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>As with any recession and there have been at least 5 in recent memory, labor is always a lagging indicator. Business dries up first and then staff starts losing jobs. Once business comes back many operators will hold off hiring new staff until the last moment, hoping to recoup losses incurred on the way down; thus the lag in labor numbers.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>In the news they’re quoting statistics now that the jobless rate went down last month – the first time that’s happened in over a year – but the real truth is that some of those folks have <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">stopped looking</i>; instead contracting their expenditures and relying on government programs to keep their lives together.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>The Hospitality business is hurt more than most because we rely on the good fortune of others to fill our pockets; all across the board restaurants are suffering – special occasion, fine dining, resorts, fast casual – the only sector to hold their own is fast food because they have the resources to weather the storm and offer deeply discounted meals which appeal to the price conscious.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>My best friend who is a chef at a 5 Diamond resort in the west has seen the organization lose 6 chefs in 12 outlets and none of have been replaced, none.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>None of this however is news to any of us; for the most part we’ve witnessed it with our own eyes. In talking with Dave yesterday, the worry was clear on his face, ‘The street has really taken a pounding.’ He realizes that if he’s to survive he needs to aggressively alter his business model and offer a more competitive menu as well as tighten his staffing levels – ‘In the end, I still want to open.’<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Some operators, sensing an opportunity, have drastically slashed salaries; having done so with a ‘take it or leave it’ attitude. Some have gone out of the box as far as their compensation plan offering wellness programs and housing in lieu of payment for a start up. To a professional who is at the beginning of their career with little or no financial obligations that may be a very rewarding way to go but with anyone with a car, house or child support payment it could prove to be a precarious place to start over.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Some have had such a huge response to their open position postings that they, quite rightly so, have decided to take their time during the hiring process – sorting through the candidates, interviewing up to four times, having mystery box cook offs, theoretical menu writing for a ‘sample’ restaurant, one has even asked that applicants send a YouTube type video so that they can get a sense of the candidates’ personalities as well as the ubiquitous Minnesota Multiphasic personality and IQ testing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Recently I went on an interview where the respondent had had 551 resumes sent in, in the first week – 1,000 after 10 days. This brings up a great question – how can <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">anyone</i> review accurately 1,000, 500, even 200 resumes? The answer is, they can’t, after a while the eyes start to glaze over and the words start running together – ultimately the brain locks down in information overload. Resumes are, after all, just a bunch of words on a page – nothing more.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>So what happens if you sent your resume in on day 2 of the posting and you’re now number 321? Any chance at all that your qualifications will be seriously reviewed or does it now begin to look like an exercise where the manager is looking for key words, code phrases, or lack there of? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Would a gap in employment in this economy speak to anyone’s capability or skill set? Probably not, yet most managers would quickly give that resume a pass.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>So how does one go about being noticed?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Well let’s first talk about a strategy for finding fulfilling employment.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>First and foremost consider your resume. Does it speak to your talents, strengths, passions and the asset that you could be to an organization? If not change it, there are some employment sites on the inter net now that will do resume critiques – they’re trying to sell their services but you can still get good feedback without having to pay for an overhaul. Right now be very careful about over stating your past positions. I was told by a prospective employer that I might consider ‘dumbing down’ my resume. I was shocked – after 20 years of earning my laces I was being told to tone it down. I didn’t know if I should have been offended or just depressed but he was right. In this economy employers will first be concerned about one’s longevity – it costs money to hire and train staff and no one wants a staff member to jump ship 2 months down the road once they get a better offer, no matter how convincing they are during the interview.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>‘Owner’, ‘Partner’, etc. are all red flags to some employers – it can be very intimidating to some if they think that their crew knows more than they do – we know that that’s dinosaur thinking but we’re about finding a job and putting food on the table, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">first.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span><a href="http://www.simplyhired.com/">www.simplyhired.com</a> is a great site that polls listing from other sites into one place; you can even set up a ‘search agent’ to scan listing and have the results emailed to you.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span><a href="http://www.hospitalitycrossing.com/">www.hospitalitycrossing.com</a> is similar but is a fee based program that, from what I’ve heard, has some impressive results<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Still and all this is just detail – a resume will not get you a job nor will endlessly sending resumes out get you to an interview.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>It’s about your network! We in the business make fast and hard friendships with the people we work with but we’re the worst at keeping those friendships fresh and up to date. After all we’ve got businesses to be run and money to make and very often it comes down to putting your attention and intention on your present circumstances. SOS, Taste of the Nation and other events like it are great because it gives professionals an opportunity and an excuse to network and find out what’s been going on over the past year. But in this day and age we cannot be that complacent if we are to be successful in this field – it takes constant networking and being in service to other.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Unlock your rolodex and fire up your Outlook; it’s time to reconnect with some of your compatriots and brother sisters in arms. Touching base with them is a great first step; let them know your situation and make sure they have a copy of your updated resume. Very often if they don’t know of anything within their organization they may know someone who’s looking for help.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Very often savvy recruiters will send an email extolling the virtues of a position that they’re working on. Sometimes they’re fishing to see if you’re in the market for a conversation but in order to be politically correct the email will state, ‘If you know of someone who may fit our profile…’ What they’re really asking is if you’re interested but if a friend or old co worker gets a similar email and they have your resume on file, the chances of them playing matchmaker are very good.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span><a href="http://www.linkedin.com/">www.linkedin.com</a> is a great place to start, a ‘FaceBook’ for professionals if you will; post a profile and then ask co workers to write recommendations for you – there are also some great on line associations and groups to join and network. I include my own for a reference: <a href="http://www.linkedin.com/in/adamlamb">http://www.linkedin.com/in/adamlamb</a> <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>One of the very cool facets of this website is that it links to other job seeking websites and on a particular posting will have an ‘IN’ icon next to it; this usually means that the company or one of it’s employees in listed on Linked In and you can follow up on your resume submittal making reaching out to a current employee.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Upon hearing of a job opening at a restaurant I immediately started searching my memory to see if I knew someone on the inside. It turned out that someone I knew worked as a manager there and was able to give me some valuable insight about the operation and the players involved.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Ultimately one needs to get past the ‘gatekeepers’ of the position posting to make contact and start to establish a viable <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">relationship</i> with the person with the final say so or else you become just another name on a piece of paper.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Think outside the circle – when Matchbox 20 wanted to get signed by a record company they posted themselves in the lobby of the building where the record company was located for a couple of days and handed out free slices of pizza with their debut CD.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Once, with the help of an insider at the company I catered a business lunch for the CEO and his team of bankers as a way of introducing myself and marketing my skills.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span><a href="http://www.squidoo.com/">www.squidoo.com</a> is another great professional networking site.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt">All these are meant as jumping off spaces in order to get the word out to your network that you’re looking for a new opportunity – to a certain extent you can also use your FaceBook account to do the same. Always be professional in your networking and ask permission first before you send any information out – nothing is more annoying that an email blast to no one in particular; this is about establishing, cultivating and honoring professional relationships.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>In every case always end the conversation, as my dear friend Clive Solomon would coach, ‘Do you know of anyone else that I could contact and would it be okay if I used your name in the introduction?’; polite and professional –always.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Professional Organizations and Charities are also excellent venues in order to connect with people in the know when times are tough. Search for, and join a one or two professional organizations that speak to you and attend meetings regardless whether you’re working or not. If you have extra time on your hands volunteering for a charity that you can be passionate about can have a powerful effect on your community in times of need and can be a great boost to your self esteem and ground you in the fact that you may be better off than your circumstances may permit you to believe <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">and</i> find a new job or opportunity in the process.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt">Lastly I want to talk about the greatest resource you never knew you had – your vendors. Vendors appreciate loyalty and if you’ve been doing business with someone for a long time and that relationship is something that you can count on, ask the question.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>What’s happening on the street?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Have you heard of anyone opening a new restaurant?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Have you heard of anyone who might need someone?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>They are your secret police, your CIA, in the trenches and in the know. They’ll help for several reasons. First it makes good business sense; if it’s an account they service, they’ll want to see a friendly face in the new position – if it’s an account that they don’t service, they may just get some new business. They make it their business to know what’s happening in the street and if you haven’t asked them then you’re ignoring a great resource.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>I recently went on an interview; I had submitted my resume and written a great cover letter. Then the manager received my resume from a vendor, he asked only one question – ‘Is this a guy I should be talking to?’ Brendan said, ‘Yes.’ When I asked the manager whether he would have called me without the vendor recommendation he shook his head slightly and said, ‘I, I don’t know’. But here I was and I had a shot.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Nuff said.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span>Thanks Brendan for your belief in me when I had little and your support when I needed it the most just because you care. <o:p></o:p></span></p>adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12918399180603834401noreply@blogger.com1