lacinato kale caesar, sourdough, egg emulsion, pecorino
ciabatta, smoked cream cheese
iron skillet corn bread, bacon marmalade
epi, ranch spice, goat cheese
heirloom tomato focaccia, old bay butter
cheddar-jalapeno biscuits, pepper jelly
SALUMERIA AND CHEESE
muscovy duck rillettes, fig jam
monocacy ash, cherry glen
ravioli goat cheese, braised meat ragu, basil, parmesan
old bay rigati lobster macaroni & cheese
FISH AND SHELLFISH
cod (this isn’t on the menu that’s on their site right now so no idea what elese)
MEAT AND GAME
hanger steak salt roasted potatoes, charred green tomato
lamb leg, carrot-jalepeno romesco, ember roasted peppers
pork chop oak smoked, bbq baked beans, crispy okra
fried brussels sprouts, fish sauce, onion rings
sunchokes, bacon lardon
I’ve been talking a lot in my life about my new boss, and it seems, on a certain level, odd. There’s this element of bragging that I’m uncomfortable with - to so overtly toot my own horn - but on the other hand, I am proud of my work, and thrilled that someone is recognizing it.
I’ve spent the last three years never being complimented for my work, being treated like an assistant, and being blamed for things that weren’t my fault. To switch from that to being told I’m “awesome” and (to my co-worker) that I’m “brilliant” — I almost don’t even know how to process it.
That I have trouble processing it makes me sad. It makes me sad that I spent so long not standing up for myself, accepting a low-caliber view of myself, and thinking that I wasn’t worth compliments / a promotion / a raise.
I guess I’ve been under a proverbial rock for so long that this change is like— I feel — in the words of Anne Lamott — that I am a lizard baking in the sun of her words, that I am a flower turning towards the sun.
I’m sure there will be things on which we disagree. But in the meantime, I’m still beaming from what is such a simple compliment, and for that I’m pretty grateful.