I envy my friend Mike Pardus his daily routine of teaching people how to cook. Never mind that as I write this he is on his way to the Wellfleet Oyster Festival. My teeth are aching with the knowledge that he is going to be spending the weekend eating oysters in a place that I once called home. Whatever (Shrug).
I once talked and walked the walk all day too , and I know that talking to students all day lubricates the tongue and makes it a lot easier to get on camera and talk through a procedure without sounding like someone laboring under the influence of phenobarbital and Scotch -which is the way I sound when I try to explain something when a video camera is rolling.
So, until I find my video mojo you will (if you choose to do so) have to suffer through slideshows that, like this one, which shows my hands breaking down one side of one-of-two milk fed veal calves slaughtered last week.