Cricket

On Monday the 13 of September, The Fat Duck had its annual staff cricket tournament.  Now until playing this game, I thought that cricket was quite possibly the stupidest game ever invented.  How wrong was I.  It has the slow pace of baseball, but you add beer (on the field mind you) to make it seem faster.  And while in baseball you have gloves to catch the ball, in cricket you don’t.  This can result in broken hands which require surgery (see photo below).  Leave it to the Brits to come up with this game.

At any rate, it was a fantastic day which left my entire body sore for days; my hamstring in-particular.  I pulled it while diving full sprint into the crease as to avoid getting out.  I will be bringing cricket back to Atlanta and starting a cricket club.  You are all invited to play.

 

Me bowling against Heston

 

 

Me and Heston. Notice his broken hand.

 

Thank You!

Before I leave for The Fat Duck, I wanted to express my thanks to everyone who have helped make this past year possible for me.  I cant help but think that all of you that know me helped make my goal of The Fat Duck come true.  

To all of the Chefs at LCB, thank you for pushing my limits.  Without the strong critiques, and sometimes harsh criticisms, my skills would not be as sharp as they are today.  You all have helped me reach farther than I felt I could and have helped me get to the next level in my career.

To my fellow students.  While I am sure you have hated me at points over the past year, I can’t look back and say that I didn’t deserve it.  Thanks for dealing with me.  See you at graduation.

And to everyone else… my family, my ex, the women at Mr. Cues, thanks for being there and listening.  Its been nice to escape the every day food talk and converse about other things.  

I hope we can all stay in touch.