Back in 2008, after having closed down a business and while having no luck finding fulltime employment, I decided to attempt a year-long round the world trip. The name A Chef At Large and this blog were born out of that plan. The sole purpose of these web 2.0 facilities was to chronicle my adventures and keep contact with family and friends. The original about-this-blog page can be found here and it gives some more detail of my planned trip and subsequent events.
I paused my round-the-world plan in early 2009 for an indefinite hiatus. Since then I have used this blog to chronicle my experiences when I do travel, but that has been fairly rare. In the mean time I have worked for and sold someone else business for them, again started a business of my own, and then closed it. I now work for a big company where I am just one of the many drones in the hive.
So I am in this hiatus, however, I think the philosopher will agree that I remain, a chef at large, even if upon a time my travels only go to the extent of, from the bed to the sofa and back. So this blog rather than diminishing, caught in doldrums, has become my place to lay my thoughts on the travels of my day. Much of it will likely be about my chosen vocation, or those topics that are caught by its gravity. However I have a wide palate of interests which can only be summed up with the word everything. So I am sure these posts will time to time wander far and wide of the culinary world. Please forgive if that offends.
I will no doubt travel again either in fits and starts or perhaps with concerted effort when the time is more ripe. To borrow from Melville:
It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off- then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
In the meantime, I remain, Your Chef At Large.