I watched an interview with a Michelin-starred chef in the UK. He was talking about altering his cooking and resting times for fish to allow people to take Instagram pictures. Impressive precision, yet a sad commentary on the state of dining out.
The reason I despise credentialism so much is because I have the credentials myself, I know how hollow they are, and I understand that more often than not credentials are used as an appeal to authority when logic and facts do not suffice.
USA. A backyard. One man guarding a grill for four hours.
He never left it once.
Everyone else drifted and drank and laughed. But one man stood alone before the flames, turning meat with a long fork, immovable. I knew him at once. The keeper of the sacred fire.
I took my place beside him and said nothing. After a while, he spoke.
"Low and slow," he said, eyes on the coals. "You can't rush it. Rush it, you ruin it."
I bowed my head. A blade, a tea, a life. None can be rushed. I had crossed four thousand miles to hear my grandfather's words from a man in a "KISS THE COOK" apron.
"Everything worth doing is slow," I agreed.
He glanced at me. Something passed between us.
"My wife says just use the oven." He shook his head at the fire. "She doesn't get it."
"They never do," I said.
And this is where it turned.
For the first time in years, this man had been understood. And he rose to meet it. His back straightened. His voice dropped low. A teenager reached for the grill and the man lifted one hand without even looking. "Not yet." The boy retreated. He was becoming what I already believed him to be.
A woman asked when the food would be done. "It's ready when it's ready," he told the flames.
Three people approached. Three were turned away with a single word. By the fourth hour, no one questioned him. The whole party had arranged itself around the man and his fire, the way a village arranges itself around a shrine.
Then he handed me the fork.
"Watch it a sec. I gotta pee."
I have been trusted with castles.
I have never been more honored.
He served everyone before himself, and ate last, standing, still watching the coals. We never traded names. We did not need to.
He believed he had finally met a man who took his cooking seriously.
I believed I had finally met America's last samurai.
Neither of us will ever correct the other.
So tell me, America.
Who is the man at your gathering who will not leave the grill?
Have you ever once asked him why?
I think he is still standing there.
Guarding the fire.
Waiting for one person to understand.
@DivaQBBQ I went to a fully self service coffee kiosk in DC. I picked up my cup, dispensed my coffee, added sweetener, and went to the self checkout. The coffee was +/-$3. At the final screen it asked if I'd like to tip 20%, 22%, or 24%. I never saw a human. No thanks.
I will soon be introducing a bill to give the public a 50% ownership stake in the largest AI companies in America.
This would guarantee that the trillions created by AI are used to improve the lives of all of us โ and block oligarch decisions that harm the American people.