As a cook, knives are not only a necessary tool, but an extension of myself. Literally and metaphorically speaking. The knives I choose to spend my hard-earned money on are extremely special to me, and any cook who has learned how to get his/her knives razor sharp knows how great it feels to slice a tomato or mince a shallot, and then say, FUCK YEA.
So it has taken me awhile to post this up, and I have no idea why. Every one now knows about the Mugaritz fire. Shitty. Really unbelievably shitty. I’m not going to go on and on here, but my time there was amazingly inspirational, and I look at the team there as one of the finest crews I’ve worked with thus far.
So my bud Greg was there when the fire took place, and beautifully wrote an account of what happened during and after the fire.. After the shock of finding out that the kitchen had burned, there was an added kick in the nuts: complete destruction of all of the stagiers’ knives.
John and Mike set up an account to donate to help these cooks replace a much-needed part of their lives. Lets help people get back on track. Then go to Mugaritz’s re-opening.
