Chapter Nine: Callum"So if you're keeping the lamb as a main, you'll have to rethink the starters. It doesn't gel together," Jack Cleary remarks, while looking up from the print-out with suggested dishes.
"Right you are," I say, though I'm only half listening to him.
"Also, you're quite thin on salads. That may fly for a winter menu, but in the summer, you're going to turn people off, son." Jack leans out of his leather armchair and picks up his scotch, clinking the ice in it together while he brings it to his lips.
"Mhm."
"Well that does it. Why so distracted? Are my insights boring you?" He gives me a strict stare, just like back in the day when I was training under him. He's always had an air of authority about him; ruling his kitchen with an iron fist.
"It's not that, I'm just fin
