Apr 17, 2007 11:36
SO.
I've been rereading Kitchen Confidential by knife-wielding-excokeadaddict-crush-forever. And I still love it. I love Bourdain man, he's so smart. PLUS he can cook. Swoon.
Why I am reading it again, ah. Chekov, the only other book on my office table is so depressing, and I'd pretty much not want to kill myself, thanks. Since it's pretty boring now, no papers to cram check, no disappointing prose, no witty repartees from my college children, I decided to read simple stuff for fun.
Bourdain breathes, talks, lives food. But he muses on pretty much the human condition, a microcosm of which is his kitchen. He loves bashing the bigheads, the narcicisstic fools, the weirdos, the losers, the cokeheads, the bums. But he loves talking trash about martyrs --- they on the lowest rung of human evolution.
He talks about line cooks who have the "martyr syndrome". Those who, while chopping chives, scallops, etc. etc. begin to think they belong to the big leagues, that the world basically ownes them a living.
Oops.
Sounds very OUR generation to me.
But we are, we are brought up to think that way. But sadly, as I've been experiencing lately, not all good things deserves a pat in the back. Nor are genuine pats-in-the-back to be expected from bosses busily patting themselves in the back as well. Haha.