Have thoroughly enjoyed these chapters and stories Wil. What a beautiful video. So nice to hear about the birth of your son too. Thank you for writing and sharing. 😊
Another fabulous read that stimulated all kinds of memories from my kitchen experiences. Thank you, and I am definitely looking forward to sticking around and diving into whatever comes next!
I will remember and cherish this line: "it reminded me of how we can only go on without those we lose by forgetting something of them, forgetting the part of ourselves that so needed them."
When I cooked I loved that immediacy. Nothing to take with me but can I do it better. There is a trace, like the last smear of sauce in the pan - it is memories of meals still resonating decades after eaten. For me an octoberfest sausage on a tender white roll at the market in the Mennonite area of southern Ontario, Digby scallops eaten before leaving Nova Scotia on the ferry, the chef’s liver pâté at The Captain’s House in Chester, NS, a risotto in Jamaica and…
That was lovely, Wil. And funny that as you were describing the scene in the hospital, I knew EXACTLY what day of the year it was.
Have thoroughly enjoyed these chapters and stories Wil. What a beautiful video. So nice to hear about the birth of your son too. Thank you for writing and sharing. 😊
Another fabulous read that stimulated all kinds of memories from my kitchen experiences. Thank you, and I am definitely looking forward to sticking around and diving into whatever comes next!
Super read. Looking forward to the next chapter. (Ps went to Oaxen in 2016 - deff one of those with the extra 15% of intangible good stuff)
So lovely to read Will and very much looking forward to what comes next.
This was very beautiful, thank you for sharing.
I will remember and cherish this line: "it reminded me of how we can only go on without those we lose by forgetting something of them, forgetting the part of ourselves that so needed them."
When I cooked I loved that immediacy. Nothing to take with me but can I do it better. There is a trace, like the last smear of sauce in the pan - it is memories of meals still resonating decades after eaten. For me an octoberfest sausage on a tender white roll at the market in the Mennonite area of southern Ontario, Digby scallops eaten before leaving Nova Scotia on the ferry, the chef’s liver pâté at The Captain’s House in Chester, NS, a risotto in Jamaica and…
Thank you. So many memories flooding my mind.
So beautiful and very moving
Thank you, another beautiful piece to read - will you publish the book?
The depth of emotion you are able to communicate is amazing. I think it is not safe for work due to tears. Thank you for the stories.
Really enjoyed this and all before it - thank you, and looking forward to what's to come
Enjoyed this one mate; looking forward to whatever comes next.
At 3' 20" or so into the video the "dance of the kitchen" nearly fell over as one cook almost mashed another...
Beautiful and moving, Wil. I’m looking forward to hearing about your next “chapter.”