And it really was! My cousin and her husband had lived there for many years, and were now well established in the Hotel and Restaurant business. They had recently acquired a stunning cliff-top restaurant right on the coastal road. Highway One is spectacular, hugging most of the the California coastline for 656 miles. The main theme was chef’s grilling swordfish, steaks, chicken and ribs on a huge, brick, open-style barbeque cooker. Looking to increase trade at lunchtimes to a wider customer base I was to produce – guess what – quiches and homemade soups! Clam chowder became a favourite alongside my own carrot and coriander soup.

Living with the family in their stunning home in nearby Pebble Beach, driving to work by the ocean, Barbara Streisand on the radio – what kind of a job was that?!
I was gathering tips on; cooking a good lasagne; on blanching spare ribs in boiling water before marinating and slow roasting; the same with squid, blanch first to prevent the rubbery texture, dry well then dip in flour and quickly deep fry – YUM!
Salads and dressings all made from fresh local produce were amazing. One thousand ways with garlic – grown in vast prairie-like fields – practically unheard of or at least not used enough here in the UK. All useful stuff, expanding my ever growing repertoire.
Another English couple owned a tea shop in nearby Carmel-by-the-Sea. They were looking for a cook to produce English style baking, scones, cakes and yes, quiches! So, three mornings a week (stretching to 3pm!), I baked in this quaint cricket-themed caff called The Sticky Wicket. The baking – or rather the preparation – became a feature. Absolutely no-one made pastry from scratch, or scones. Standing there rubbing fat into flour, another demonstrating role was born!
Around the corner was another restaurant. Owned by Clint Eastwood, he was known to pop into the Sticky Wicket for coffee and one of my handmade scones and a chat. He was also a customer at Rocky Point (the cliff-top eatery), being very friendly with my cousins. It was a very busy life but so rewarding; and again, I learned a lot.
But, all good things must come to an end. It was time for me to head back to Sheffield.

