COUNTRY ACCENT
W hen I resolve to do something, I say it out loud.
Not out loud in my shower or in earnest for the mirror, but out loud, boldly to another person, often multiple people on separate occasions. It’s an uncontrollable tic of mine that has served me extremely well in some circumstances and shamed me painfully in others.
There have been big successes, like when I told my sous-chef while expediting a Friday night service that I was going to make a documentary series about the food and farmers of Eastern North Carolina, and our very own restaurant and his work would probably be part of it. I had just dreamed up the idea the night before while
