Good evening, friends and neighbors.
I’ve mentioned before that I’m not comfortable using the term “chef” for myself even as a joke, and that I tend to correct others when they address me by it.
It’s not because of modesty or humility- false or otherwise. It’s because, by my own criteria, I have not earned that title.
Roughly every couple of weeks, someone on an online cooking group will pipe up with:
“What makes a chef a CHEF?”
or some other navel-gazing, masturbatory variant- and the responses tend to vary from the crude to the judgemental/equally navel-gazy, to my personal reaction:
You see, the answer is in the name. “Chef” literally means “chief.” “Boss.” “Head of Operations.”
It means “LEADER.”
How you got about leading is the real discussion that should be going on, rather than faffing about over what’s stitched on your jacket.