I Still Cook At Home. A Lot

Summer's The Same, Autumn Is Even More Extreme. Then Winter Is When You Sort Of Condense All Of Your Ideas. You Process All These Things And You Try To Look For New Concepts. In That Sense, Your Intuition Is In Hibernation. What You Fill Up Is Your Imagination; You Fill Up Your Memories There.

When You Get Close To The Raw Materials And Taste Them At The Moment They Let Go Of The Soil, You Learn To Respect Them.

Chefs Have A New Opportunity - And Perhaps Even An Obligation - To Inform The Public About What Is Good To Eat, And Why.

I Started To Change. It Was Sort Of A Restaurant Mid-life Crisis, You Could Say. I Lost A Lot Of Confidence, Not So Much As A Father Or As A Friend, But As A Boss, As A Chef That's To Make Decisions Throughout The Day All The Time. I Just Slowly Started Burning Out. Once You Lose Your Confidence Like That, You Start Being Angry In The Kitchen. I Couldn't Recognize Myself Anymore. I Started Writing The Journal. It Was Never Meant To Be A Book, But The Editor At Phaidon Read Parts Of It. As Editors Do, I Guess.

The Restaurant Industry Is Brutal.