The time is 2.17 am. This the typically the time I sit to share my thoughts with you. Today I have a bowl of pasta leftover from last night sitting in front of me. Its not as good as it once was but I’ve only eaten a few bites during a hectic day.
It was a good day full of apologies and lots of warm feelings too. Tomorrow will be v difficult although I really appreciate the media letting people know I messed up. That sounds funny but I’ve come to see that my modest ambitions have been overtaken by something I never anticipated. Seeing myself in Gourmet? My heart skipped a few beats. Its surreal.
I just read Steven Davey’s response to my blog posting and now I’m feeling badly about calling him a “Fucker”. I’ve come to learn that he visited my place at least four times instead of the usual two and I did feel he was generous in many respects. I also know that he’s under pressure to render his judgement and I’m sure in a perfect world he’d wait a few more weeks.
Nothing is ever black and white. Like me and my meat. On the surface it may appear I’m an idiot for not ordering and smoking enough meat. The reality is far more complex.
The good news is that I’ve secured the proper smoker and it’ll be here in a week or so. Until then I hope my customers will be patient. We’re doing our best and I know we’re all excited to get back at it next week.
