Take A Trip To The Forest And

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.

I've Never Had Anything But The Freedom To Do What I Wanted Just As Long As It Made Me Happy.

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.

You Wake Up, Your Life Is Discipline: There's Kids, Breakfast, Lunch Box, Go To Work, Discipline, Organization, Guests. Imagine The Semi-final Of Super Bowl. We Have That Every Day: Lunch And Dinner. We Play That Game. Then You Come Home And You Really Just Want To Drink A Beer. But Then You Discipline Yourself And You Have To Do This Thing, This Journal. It Was Painful But I'm So Happy I Did It. I Have Newfound Respect For People That Write.

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.