so the chef and i got in a pretty big argument the other day. he asked me to drive him to the butcher shop, which i gladly did. but when he came out with FIFTEEN POUNDS of pork belly, i was not so happy. “i’m going to make pancetta,” he said. “and think of all the home-cured bacon!” i thought he’d lost his mind. fifteen pounds of pork belly means i had to lose the bottom two crisper drawers in my fridge… for three weeks. but it turned out to be a small price to pay.
so this is my formal, printed-on-the-internet apology for doubting the chef — and for being grouchy the drive home from the butcher shop. i mean, look at this dinner. what a jerk i was!
chef meets girl 