My Last Meal On Earth, I Would

But When Spring And Summer Happens, It's Intuition. Everything Is Based On Intuition. There's Not Too Much Time To Overthink, Over-complicate. Those Wild Strawberries, They Might Be There For Two Days.

My Last Meal On Earth, I Would Love It To Be A Bowl Of Blueberries With Cold Cream.

I Had Turned Down Other Head Chef Jobs. I Didn't Want To Take Over Someone Else's Cuisine. I Wanted To Start From Scratch.

Cooking, I Mean, Food, Cooking Foods Is Just Everything That I Do From Morning To Night. It's How I Choose To Live My Life: Through Cooking, People That Are In Food Culture. And I Love It.

Take A Trip To The Forest And Experience The Greatness Of Getting On Your Knees And Picking Your Own Food And Going Home... And Eating It.