Gazing out over an endless cattle pen teeming with fixers, hawkers, and nibblers, our Man of Little Restraint entertained a moment of doubt about whether he was going to survive the 2011 Fancy Foods Show. Eight steps in, his mouth was already full.
Author: Sam Hiersteiner
Notes from the Lamb Jam: “I lost focus around plate 17, when the meat sweats started. The pages of my judge’s book tell the story of that moment: half-readable scrawls and sauce spots everywhere. People around the table stopped talking to each other.”
“By five minutes into the cutting session, he was cradling the pig’s brain in his hands like a delicate flower. He betrayed his professorial demeanor once, when he saw that I’d ruined a perfectly good pork shoulder roast with an errant cut. ‘My hhhroast?!'”