Raw Meat... Not an Inuendo, just a shout-out.

As I stand here typing this entry on a raw meat cutting board, greasy from the fatty rib-eye quarter I was butchering earlier, I ponder why I am here in the first place. Definitely came about through diligent hard work and commitment to furthering my culinary education but the main reason is Mrs. Lissa Tyndall. She hooked me up fat. A year ago I was wondering what the hell I would do for my so-called "Internship" and I wish I could remember how it even came up in the first place, but Mrs. Tyndall did the leg work and introduced me to her friends in Tuscany. I am forever in her debt and will always be grateful for the kind things she has done for me in the process. Thank you Mrs. Tyndall!