I’ve just arrived in Lasarte-Oria, Guipuzkoa, a small town outside San Sebastian in the Basque Country. I traveled for twenty-six hours through Dallas, Frankfurt, and Bilbao. Now I'm so tired, I can't sleep.
Yes, I’m tired, but mostly I’m excited. I’m thrilled for my new job, which I’ll start on Wednesday. I’m itching to go for a run through my new town. I’m dying to go grocery shopping and fill my refrigerator with vegetables, cheeses and txakoli wine.
I’m anxious too, because this level of cooking- three Michelin stars, in Europe, at a gorgeous, respected restaurant- is the highest level I’ve experienced in my career thus far. So how does this young cook deal with nerves? I’m telling myself that I can do it, and I’m thinking about all my wonderful experiences and supportive friends and family who have helped me get here.
Here’s a quick snapshot of my holiday meals.
|My Ninong Tom carves the lechon for Noche Buena. Roast pig...mmmmm|
|My father and my uncle, making our traditional Swedish pancake breakfast on Christmas morning|
|The gorgeous fruits of their labor with the mandatory Lingonberry sauce|
|Christmas dinner is my grandfather's recipe: garlic-studded, bacon-wrapped rib roast.|
|Mise en place often involves champagne right up in there with the brussel sprouts.|
|The Selby men attend to the festive colors of the dining table|
|Carving the roast, which was a little overdone this year. Chickie wouldn't have been pleased!|
|With Mama and my friend Caroline at my send-off dinner last week|
|Just before opening the buffet with Pantesca salad, kale Caesar, risotto, veal breast and lasagne.|
That's the last collection of photos from home. For the next six months, it’s going to be all new surroundings, all new faces, and all new challenges.
Stay tuned! Good night...