As I sit here at my neighborhood pool, listening to my sons playing in the water, my eyelids grow a bit heavy with the repetitive sounds of their voices mixed in with the splashes of the water and a healthy dose of sun pouring on my freckly skin...
The camaraderie among us chefs [or “Brutha” as we commonly refer to one another as a term of endearment] at the Atlanta Food & Wine Festival is hard to put in to words...
