Traveling with chefs is a treat.
Not only to you eat extraordinarily well, but you also get invited along on neat adventures like mushroom foraging up north on random weekends.
One such impromptu invitation presented itself, and I made a last-minute decision to join some good friends of mine on their quest to find fungi.
Not only to you eat extraordinarily well, but you also get invited along on neat adventures like mushroom foraging up north on random weekends.
One such impromptu invitation presented itself, and I made a last-minute decision to join some good friends of mine on their quest to find fungi.
 Oyster Mushrooms |  Hedgehog Mushroom, Close-Up |
A two and a half hour late night drive up US1 dropped me off at our Airbnb house high atop the hills of Jenner, CA, where I was greeted by the group that had already arrived. We quickly caught up on recent goings-on before we all made our way to bed in preparation for the next day’s hike.
The following morning, I awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting toward my room. Assuming that the chefs had already begun breakfast (and my lazy ass hadn’t even woken…), I moseyed along into the kitchen, only to find our Airbnb host “mother” setting up to make a meal for us.
“I’ll bet people never cook for you all!”
(Clearly, this was not the time to correct her on the technicalities of my own profession, but far be it from me to correct her).
Bacon, eggs, waffles and a gorgeous fruit salad quickly adorned the table before us. She even took my passing suggestion to try adding bacon to the waffle mix before the iron lid was closed.
And our Jewish Airbnb mom loved it.
The relaxed, grateful and satisfied looks on the faces of my friends made me realize just what a treat this was. Day-in and day-out, these chefs cook for others and are so rarely afforded the opportunity to sit and enjoy for themselves the experience they offer to so many, and that so many of us take for granted.
The gift of providing a meal, whether it is from a chef, a parent, or an Airbnb host, is one to appreciate each and every time. So tonight, consider cooking for someone else. You never know what meaning it will carry.
Nosh on,
Josh
The following morning, I awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting toward my room. Assuming that the chefs had already begun breakfast (and my lazy ass hadn’t even woken…), I moseyed along into the kitchen, only to find our Airbnb host “mother” setting up to make a meal for us.
“I’ll bet people never cook for you all!”
(Clearly, this was not the time to correct her on the technicalities of my own profession, but far be it from me to correct her).
Bacon, eggs, waffles and a gorgeous fruit salad quickly adorned the table before us. She even took my passing suggestion to try adding bacon to the waffle mix before the iron lid was closed.
And our Jewish Airbnb mom loved it.
The relaxed, grateful and satisfied looks on the faces of my friends made me realize just what a treat this was. Day-in and day-out, these chefs cook for others and are so rarely afforded the opportunity to sit and enjoy for themselves the experience they offer to so many, and that so many of us take for granted.
The gift of providing a meal, whether it is from a chef, a parent, or an Airbnb host, is one to appreciate each and every time. So tonight, consider cooking for someone else. You never know what meaning it will carry.
Nosh on,
Josh
