Years ago, I wrote and performed a short essay entitled “Cranberry Congealed” to fellow classmates in college. It was the first time I had ever read anything I had written out loud, much less to a large group of highly opinionated art school students. The essay was entitled “Cranberry Congealed” and was my love note of sorts to the square pegs I worked with in a kitchen as a prep cook. This “love note” that described all of the colorful characters that I worked with was so well received, I’ve been hooked on storytelling ever since.
Friends have asked for me to write a book to compile the stories I’ve told, and Facebook isn’t exactly a great outlet for typing more than one paragraph at a time. So I’m meeting everyone in the middle here. Here it is peeps. Here’s my blog.