The Snowman's Revenge
There are two semicircular rings between my eyes where the skin is broken, the result of a telescopic sight recoiling off my skull, and my right shoulder is a yellow/brown/purplish color from the impact of the stock.
I’ve been blowing the heads off snowmen after a hearty breakfast of pheasant, moose, eggs and Crown Royal and this, I guess is what happens. Frosty’s Revenge as it were. But I’ve got no regrets about all the maiming and decapitating. I’m pretty sure they would have killed me if they could.
Milo Maine to Portland, wake up and a plane to Chicago, land in a blizzard and a full-on sprint across O’Hare, just managing to make the connecting flight to New Orleans. Two hours in my room then I meet with the Marine Colonel who managed beach operations during my evacuation from Beirut, then speaking gig followed by an early wake up and flight to Tampa for more of same. Ham sandwich–and not a good one, all I manage to eat before another plane to Boston and a drive to Lowell Mass. where a local chef has made me excellent butternut squash soup with bacon and fresh boudin blanc. I shove a bit of both in my face in the ten minutes I have before I’ve got to get out there and work. Two small, good things that make a big difference.
Oh, right. Season Six. Starts Monday with the Panama show–which means it’s the Blogging Season again. Man….. it seems like a million years ago I was in Panama. Since then, it’s been Istanbul, Prague, Ecuador, Hudson Valley…all those one day shoots in the Heartland, 8 days freezing my nuts off in Manchuria, bouncing around the Central Highlands and Hanoi with my old friend Linh (who is only now aware that he created a new and google-able word, “squeasel” ).
..and every time I’ve been back in New York, I’ve been eating ludicrously beautiful food for the upcoming sequel to our successful “Food Porn” show, the even filthier, “HOT ‘N’ NASTY FOOD SLUTS 2″.
Did I mention that somewhere in there, I wrote a book. Yeah? There’s that, too.
Still to shoot: Kerala, India, Liberia, Cuba, the “Parrothead Show”, Beirut, Rome, Paris. I’m sure I’m forgetting something. And oh, yeah, we shot a one-off instructional special about “How to Cook” that’s turning out to be rather amazing–with a line-up of chefs showing viewers simple techniques in the kitchen that makes the Yankees starting line-up look like a bench in the minors.
Completely off topic and far, far more serious:
On Saturday, December 19th, Jed McGiffin, a front waiter at Babbo Ristorante left work and on the way home, was struck and catastrophically injured by a sanitation truck. My friend Mario Batali, who (as you can well imagine) has taken a very active and personal interest in this matter, tells me that Jed has had his leg amputated up to a crushed femur and that it is truly a bad situation. May I suggest that anyone who can imagine what this must be like for the young man, think about helping by sending a check to:
c/o OTTO PIZZERIA
attn: LEVI JONES
#1 Fifth Avenue
New York, New York 10003
This means you, restaurant people.