“Mirepoix, mirepoix, roux, roux, roux
Slice ‘em up, dice ‘em up
Put ‘em in the stew”
An old CIA cheer
|when in doubt, feed them trout|
Facebook is an amazing thing. It can be a waste of time too. In recent days I have enjoyed sharing dinner with two old friends, both of them retired chefs, both of them New Englanders who transplanted themselves to California at various times in their lives.
The first was a friend we called Anton when he was in the kitchen, but was and is Tony the rest of his life. When I first moved to Mammoth Lakes I spent a week on Tony’s couch. He took me skiing and showed me what Mammoth Mountain really had to offer. After a six week break from working I took a job under Chef Anton at the Mammoth Mountain Inn’s Altitude 9000 Restaurant.
It had been over a decade since we had seen each other, then Facebook put us back in touch. Tony had been living in New Mexico for a stretch, then Steamboat Springs and finally landed in Bozeman, Montana. Not only was he a great cook, the guy could ski and ride a bicycle like nobody else I’ve known.