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Something tells me these aren't "free range."

I love the full picture displays.  Someone actually spent some time on this image, although I’m wondering if that is indeed the actual house that the original plantation had, or merely a generic representation.  I have not had the pleasure of spending any time on a plantation, or hardly any time in the South at all, so I can only rely on my stereotypical imaginations I’ve gleaned from the movies I’ve seen dealing with the South.  But this seems to sum up the picture in my head just right: White house, white fence, some sort of trees all around, though they didn’t show any of the fields, which I’m assuming exist.

Also of note, no artistic renditions of the product itself.  Which makes me wonder if they reuse this painting and merely replace the product name.  This is the plantation brand, and I’m assuming they carry more than one kind of produce.   Given most of the yam advertising, most yam producers tend to show some sort of representation of their product, some successful, some not so much.

Things have been rather busy in the kitchen during the last week, and this week coming up looks to be more so.  Although I have to remember I have a short week, because I decided to put in some time off for the up coming holiday (partly the reason for the busy business).  Four day weekend, coming up!

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Chef's Pride

This chef is real proud of these jumbo yams.

Consider, if you will, the plating.  Yams, on a bed of what appears to be decorative greens.  These yams rise above.  They deserve their solid base.  They demand pride.  Hold them aloft, on high, and sing their praises.  I guess.  I’ve just never seen yams featured on a bed of greens.

I’ll admit I’ve never worked in a highly uniformed kitchen.  I’ve never owned a pair of chef’s pants.  We wear jeans, the company’s t-shirt.  A baseball cap.  No chef’s coat.  Not to say the establishment does not serve a higher end product.  We’ve had several brushes with fame and featured on the Food Network.  I’ve just never had the opportunity to wear the chef’s hat, which upon further thought, I’m actually a little sad about it.  Also dismayed I haven’t gotten to wear the little scarf.  I think it would suit me fairly well.  Make me look a little more dashing about the kitchen.  I do have the beard though.  I’m quite taken by this chef’s beard.  I salute you, one bearded cook to another.