Today, Because I Want To Be Gentle

My Mother And My Grandmother Would Make An Apple Tart In Different Styles, And I Had One Per Day. Every Day I Would Eat One Full Apple Tart.

I Have More Eating Memories Than Cooking Memories And Many Memories Of Being In The Kitchen - I Was Always Attracted To The Kitchen - But Nobody Ever Wanted Me To Touch Anything.

When I Started To Work In Paris In Fine Dining, The Passion Really Kicked In, And I Knew That I Would Not, For The Rest Of My Life, Do Anything Else.

I Have Very Vivid Memories Of Being A Young Child. My Mother Would Create Dinner As For Us, And When She Would Bake, She Would Leave Some Dough For Me. I Would Roll The Dough Into Little Sticks While She Was Cooking The Apple Tart Of Whatever. I Was Looking Through The Window Of The Oven And Flipping The Light, And Then My Bread Would Come Out, And It Was Inedible, Of Course.

Obviously California Is Fantastic In Terms Of Produce, Vegetables.