Since I’ve added a new section with personal inspirations outside the culinary world; I’ve decided to periodically share what I’ve been finding inspiration in at that particular time.
Currently: Russian Circles, in particular this song.
It’s been almost a month now since Sarah and I made the move to Atlanta. And seeing as how it’s been several months since I made a substantial blog post (and well over a year since I posted with regularity), I figured it was best to begin this new adventure witha nice proper post about the move and what we’ve been up to.
The move went pretty well. Aside from the passenger side rear-view mirror falling off our moving truck just before we left, we had not a single incident on the nearly 500 mile trip, shy of a small stretch of construction just before we hit Tennessee.
Not to say I wasn’t worried though. When we drove down apartment shopping a month prior to the move; I had a nasty bout of vertigo come on out of nowhere while we driving through the mountains between the Kentucky border and Knoxville, TN. Sarah finished that 50 mile stretch on the drive down, and I braved it on the way back to Louisville. The thought of driving a large moving truck (I’ve hardly drove anything larger than a compact car) and wrestling with vertigo honestly scared the shit out of me. I think worrying about the now sumo-taped rear-view mirror flying off kept my mind at bay and my worries were put to rest. Having a 14 month old we decided it was best if we broke up the drive into two legs: a 2 hour drive to my in-laws to visit and stay the night before heading out to finish drive the final stretch another nearly 7 hour adventure. Did I forget to mention that the first 2 hours I drove blind out my passenger side – having to stay in the far right lane, and call Sarah on the phone tospot me anytime I needed to pass slow moving traffic? At times that was crazy scary. Thankfully my father-in-law had a whole roll of sumo tape laying around to mummify the thing before we made the larger portion of the drive.
Upon arrival at around 7pm (rear view mirror still intact), we began unpacking as much as we could before darkness set in. Just before dark, we were met with a full on deluge of rain. When I say this rain was intense; I’m not kidding… A full on torrential downpour, and we had 1/4 of the moving truck unloaded and sitting on the sidewalk! Aside from the obvious downside to the rain, it was still welcome: I was literally soaked in sweat by that point.We’ve been working at Rolling Bones BBQ (which is also owned/operated by Lush Life Group) in the interim, as we get closer to an official opening date for the new project we’re going to be involved with.
I’ve got to say this though: I never thought I wouldn’t miss fine-dining. It’s just so nice to kinda take a step back and take everything into perspective. It’s nice to actually (and quite literally) get my hands dirty with product again. We both come home smelling like a campfire as a result of the pecan and hickory smoke we’re enveloped in daily. I sweat until my clothes stick to me, and drips into my eyes. I hardly wear my glasses in the kitchen between the heat, sweat and smoke film.
…And I wouldn’t take one step backward.