The Chef’s Choice Platter has haunted me for years. A glorious, cross-cultural mishmash of cuisines piled high and deep, devoured by a warrior and downed with a flagon of ale. Then it dawned on me: it was a “chef’s choice” platter, and I’m the chef! So I’m making what I want and devouring it like a warrior - slowly, in sensible portions, as leftovers throughout the week.
