An uninspired hiatus.

Breakfast for dessert. Revisited. (osmanthus, carob, cocoa nib, burnt orange, lime, popcorn, and buttermilk)

Over the last ten months six friends, some pretty swell chefs/collaborators, fifty-nine unique dishes, and many, many venues were all brought together by what I can only pen as kismet. When stated like that… it seems as if the sky would be the limit from here on out. And it is…

Per contra, Sometimes you need to know when to step back.  As you may have noticed, this is the first post I’ve written in over a month. It’s a far-cry from the usual once/twice a week pace I’ve kept since the inception of CRUX. Someone near and dear to me once said, ” Write when inspired.” And what I took from that statement stretched far beyond writing.

Imagine if everyone lived by some form of that motto. Working chefs would no longer have to grind out specials to keep the owner happy. Teachers would no longer instruct by text, but rather by belief. Rules would no longer apply to creation. Guns and Roses would have never released The Spaghetti Incident.

The theory of inspiration is a philosophy that has been debated by the likes of  Jung, Marx, and Freud. It has had heavy print in all religious texts dating back to ancient Norse and Greek mythology. Some say inspiration resides in the subconscience; others state that it has to be sought out.

I believe inspiration can be anything, even the lack of inspiration. This post proves it. In this particular scenario, I had to seek it out. In the past it’s come out of the blue and hit harder and better than any man-made drug on the planet.

Unfortunately, just like drugs, the highs of inspiration are often just as extreme as the lows thereafter. And that, my comrades, is where I lie at this moment. Waiting for inspiration to strike.

Borscht. (beet, smoke, roe, vinegar, kefir, chrysanthemum, honey)

“All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.” – Walt Disney

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  1. I feel fortunate that we were able to dine with you, and I look forward to whatever it is that you do in the future.

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