Diary of my first popup Friday evening: In a torrential storm, I deliver my equipment and ingredients to Getaway. The rain is coming down in sheets, I’m double-parked while we’re trying to haul stuff from the trunk, the B32 suddenly looms behind me and I fly into the car, blinkers still flashing, to get it out of the way. Inside it’s calm, and I lay out my sheet pans and put herbs into water and test the induction burner with my new gigantic stainless steel pot. We lock the place up, and the rain has stopped by the time we go home.
Zrazy diary
Zrazy diary
Zrazy diary
Diary of my first popup Friday evening: In a torrential storm, I deliver my equipment and ingredients to Getaway. The rain is coming down in sheets, I’m double-parked while we’re trying to haul stuff from the trunk, the B32 suddenly looms behind me and I fly into the car, blinkers still flashing, to get it out of the way. Inside it’s calm, and I lay out my sheet pans and put herbs into water and test the induction burner with my new gigantic stainless steel pot. We lock the place up, and the rain has stopped by the time we go home.