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Today, I walked back into the old Food Republic space. At first, the anxiety hit hard—so many memories, so much weight, ...
09/02/2025

Today, I walked back into the old Food Republic space. At first, the anxiety hit hard—so many memories, so much weight, so much hurt. But I walked out smiling, with my personal belongings, my peace, and my closure.

I want to give a heartfelt thank you to our previous landlord for reaching out to me directly and giving me the chance, after the court order, to collect the books and items that meant so much to me. And to the girls and team in the office—your love, kindness, and support through it all has meant more than words can say.

This chapter is finally behind me…and it feels incredible. On to brighter, lighter days… ❤️ CHEF NIKOL




To the Ones That Show Up… I recently wrote a piece about showing up for your friends—about how important it is to make t...
07/15/2025

To the Ones That Show Up…

I recently wrote a piece about showing up for your friends—about how important it is to make the time. But today, I felt compelled to write about the ones who already do.

The ones who come early to help.
The ones who stay late to clean.
The ones who check in before and after to see if they’re needed.

This is for them—
The ones who travel and still make it.
The ones whose social calendars are overflowing, who bounce from one commitment to the next, but still carve out time to be present. Not out of obligation, but out of care.

This is for the ones who show up exhausted, running on fumes, but never empty.
The ones who respect their word and value their people.
The ones whose presence feels like sunlight.

Sometimes you shake your head in disbelief—you’ve seen their stories:
They were across the state in the morning…
Made it to brunch after a parade…
Then popped into a gender reveal before sundown.

You wonder where the energy comes from—but the truth is, it’s just them.
They make the time.
They stretch themselves thin, pour from a nearly empty cup, and still manage to fill the room with joy.

Yes, they’re tired.
Yes, they sacrifice themselves a little with each event.

But they understand something sacred:
These crazy days—of everything happening all at once—don’t come often.

So they show up.
Because being there, in the room, for a memory or a milestone—
It matters.
To the people they love.
And, in a quiet way, it matters to them too.

Thank you for always showing up and feeling likee sunshine. ❤️ CHEF

Make the Fu***ng Time I recently attended a 50th birthday celebration for a friend—only about a third of the invited gue...
07/14/2025

Make the Fu***ng Time

I recently attended a 50th birthday celebration for a friend—only about a third of the invited guests actually showed up. These were people who RSVP’d. People who said they’d be there.

The excuses?
Some were valid—“I’m sick,” okay, I get it.
Others? “It’s raining.” “We’re busy.” “Something came up.” Some didn’t even bother with an explanation.

Here’s the thing:
Planning a party, or any gathering, takes effort. Time. Thought. Love. It’s not just about a pre-set menu, a reserved space, or a curated playlist—it’s about carving out time to celebrate a life, a milestone, a person. A 50th birthday isn’t just a party. It’s a moment. And when people don’t show up, that moment becomes something else entirely.

I watched my friend sit there, replying to texts, one excuse after another. And with each one, her light dimmed a little.

But we danced.
The few of us who were there danced—especially for her. The pregnant ones with swollen feet danced. The exhausted ones danced. We laughed, we moved, we made the most of the empty space.

And then—late in the night—I saw two friends walk in. They had other plans earlier. They were out all day. But they showed up. They ordered a drink and stepped onto that dance floor like it was the only place to be.

That’s what matters.
Showing up matters.

Listen—raising five kids without financial, emotional, or physical support? It’s fu***ng hard. Running businesses, juggling life, being exhausted and overextended, heartbroken and sometimes feeling helpless? It’s fu***ng hard.

But I make the time.

Make the fu***ng time—for your friends, your family, the people who show up for you when it counts. Even if it’s just for a hug. Even if you can’t stay. Even if you’re tired, overwhelmed, behind on everything, or simply avoiding bumping into your…reality…

Make the fu***ng time.

Because people are hurting. They’re struggling, grieving, surviving—and your presence might be the one reminder that they matter.

So if you RSVP, show up.
Not just for you.
For them.

The Dark SideWe run on adrenaline, dark humor, a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush—and most days, we run on pain...
06/27/2025

The Dark Side

We run on adrenaline, dark humor, a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush—and most days, we run on pain.

Pain that’s easy to explain:
Aching feet after 12- to 14-hour shifts.
Backs strained from bending, lifting, pushing through. Gashes, burns, cuts we stop noticing.
The kind of pain we tape up and work through because we have no other choice.

But there’s another kind of pain. The pain that no one sees. The internal pain that festers in silence:
Depression. Addiction. Anxiety. The kind that gnaws at you when the kitchen finally goes quiet.
The kind that turns fear into rage, sadness into substance, and pressure into self-destruction.

Some nights, it’s worse than others. Some nights, the silence gets so loud it drowns out reason. The thoughts come—dark, sharp, and so fu***ng cruel. The ones that whisper maybe it would be easier if I just disappeared. And no one sees it. No one fu***ng sees it, because we hide it so well behind the smiles. Because we show up. We cook. We lead. We joke. We keep moving. Until we don’t.

We’re labeled the misfits.
The “dark side” of the restaurant world.
The ones hiding behind the memes of polished front-of-house staff while we eat scraps over trash bins and flip a bucket upside down for five minutes off our aching feet. We joke about it. We glorify it. We normalize it. But it’s killing us.

And yet—among us, there’s also so much love.
The “clean” ones watch over the struggling ones.
We check in, we follow up, we include them in our family meals. We include them in everything. We text just to say, “You good?” We try everything we know—because we know. Because we’ve been there and we have seen it all.

But sometimes—
Sometimes we lose. Yesterday, we lost.

We lose someone we mentored. Someone we loved. Someone so damn talented that it hurts to speak their name in past tense. We lose a soul we rooted for. And it guts us. It destroys us.

This is the side of the industry no one wants to talk about. But we need to. Because if we don’t, we’ll keep losing the ones who make this world brighter. We’ll keep grieving silently, in walk-ins and alleyways and after-hours texts that go unanswered.

If you’re struggling—please, stay.
Even when it feels impossible. Reach out.
You are not weak. You are not a burden. You are not alone. We need you. We see you. We love you.
Even on your darkest days. We love you.

And if you’re one of us—the broken, brilliant, battle-scarred-Stay. Please stay.

The kitchen won’t be the same without you.
None of us would ever hesitate to pick up the phone—any hour, any day—just to hear your voice, to talk you down, to help you get through it. Because the alternative? Is a late-night text from another chef: “Hey Chef… You awake?” And you already know.

You know what’s coming next. You know we lost another one. To this industry. To the silence. To the fight they couldn’t win alone.

We see you. We love you. Please—stay. Let us help you see past the darkness. There’s still light here. And there’s still time. 🖤 CHEF

I read something recently that said: Post the selfie for you. Do your makeup for you.And it made me think—who else would...
06/25/2025

I read something recently that said: Post the selfie for you. Do your makeup for you.
And it made me think—who else would you do it for?

If you’re in a relationship, those people see you every day. And if they’re not giving you the basics—the “I like your face,” the “I love the wrinkles your eyes make when you laugh,” or the basic and heartfelt “You look really pretty today”—then what’s the point?
And if they don’t even “like” or comment on the pic? That’s not a you problem. That’s theirs.

Lately, I find myself living out loud—sharing random updates and stories from my day. Maybe it’s my way of coping. Maybe it’s just me offering a little window into my world.

But here’s the thing: I show up for myself.
And you should show up for yourself, too.

Post the picture after you give yourself that awesome blowout 😊. Post the one where you’re laughing uncontrollably or dancing like no one’s watching.
Be vulnerable. Put yourself out there—for you.

The world is ugly right now. Everyone has an opinion.
Some fans and followers scroll silently. Some judge.
Some “like” and “love” and cheer you on.
Their engagement? Honestly, irrelevant.
What is relevant is how you feel. How you preserve yourself.

So I’ll leave you with this:
If you feel beautiful—even just for a moment—share it.

I love to see it. We all love to see it.
And for those who don’t? They can f**k off! (Respectfully, of course.)

I miss the days of silly duck-faces—yes, even the ones I used to make fun of.
Because truthfully? I’d rather see a feed full of those than what I see now:
People fighting over politics and war.
People posting scripture and then gossiping behind someone’s back.
People who celebrate their “gay best friend” in public—but can’t accept their gay family member sitting quietly beside them, because “it’s not God’s way.”

So yeah.
Post the selfie.
Smile through the chaos—even if it’s messy.
Even if it’s just a fleeting moment in a hectic day—
If it made you feel beautiful, that’s enough.

Post the selfie. For you. ❤️

Selfie Note…a little drunk off of champagne celebrating getting the keys to my new space and moving in my equipment last week. A moment of sheer bliss in a hectic and chaotic day. ❤️

Oh The Algorithm… 😂😍🥹🫣🙁😬My algorithm is having a full-blown meltdown.It doesn’t know if I’m dumping someone or something...
06/23/2025

Oh The Algorithm… 😂😍🥹🫣🙁😬

My algorithm is having a full-blown meltdown.
It doesn’t know if I’m dumping someone or something, quitting the industry, catching the Holy Spirit, falling madly in love, losing my grip—or just surviving another week on caffeine, adrenaline, and blind optimism.
Plot twist: it’s all true. Every chaotic bit of it.

Yes, I’ve found love.
Not the storybook, sweep-you-off-your-feet, matching-aprons kind.
I’ve found the kind that drags you through the mud, makes you face your s**t, and still wraps you up at the end of the night.
It’s called self-love, baby. And it’s not always cute, but damn, it’s powerful.

Funny how we burn ourselves out feeding everyone else—relationships, careers, the approval of strangers on the internet—and forget to feed ourselves.
The second I turned that energy inward?
Things started shifting. Not magically. Not instantly. But deeply.
Healing isn’t a spa day. It’s a war zone with better lighting.

Now my feed is a fever dream: dating app nonsense, gospel reels, thirst traps, “You deserve more” memes, and the occasional “blink twice if you’re okay” post.
Honestly? Fair. Accurate. Hilarious.

But what I’ve learned is this—when you stop performing and start being, the world responds.
Maybe not with applause, but with alignment. And I’ll take that over a standing ovation any day.

So yeah, I’m still cooking—literally and figuratively.
Still cursing in the kitchen. Still laughing through the breakdowns.
Still showing up raw, real, and just unhinged enough to keep it interesting.

Let the algorithm spiral.
I’ve got s**t to do.

🔥🖤

Phot Credit: Crystal Lynn Fielding

The Knives Cut DeepAs chefs, we wear our battle scars.The burns across our arms and hands, the scrapes, the nicks — and ...
06/18/2025

The Knives Cut Deep

As chefs, we wear our battle scars.
The burns across our arms and hands, the scrapes, the nicks — and the ones that cut so deep they need stitches… or more.
And still, we push through.
For the guest.
For the team.
For the service.

We work through the pain — the blood, the blisters, the agony — because that’s what we do.

But what no one talks about is the mental part.
The invisible weight we carry.
The anxiety, the self-doubt, the pressure to be perfect even when life is anything but.
Even when we’re in the weeds — physically broken, emotionally drained — we keep going.
For the guest.
For the team.
For the service.
We just keep fu***ng going.

And when the last ticket is called and the adrenaline fades, we clean our stations.
We wrap, we wipe, we prep for tomorrow.
We crack a beer or pour a drink, crank the music, and find a moment of peace in the noise.
We laugh, we curse, we talk s**t about the customer who sent back their medium-rare steak twice.
We vent about the servers, the manager, the chaos —
And we love each other through it.
We are brothers and sisters in the kitchen.
The banter, the ball-busting — it’s all love.

But when it’s over, and it’s time to go home, that’s when the pull hits.
Sometimes, it’s the deep longing to collapse in your own bed after a brutal night.
Other times, it’s the ache of not wanting to go home at all.
To an empty apartment.
To a quiet house.
To sleeping kids you barely saw today.

The knives cut deep.
But some cuts — the ones no one sees — go deeper.
And without an outlet, without purpose, without connection…
Those are the ones that are hardest to heal.

PSA for anyone entering a business partnership:Protect yourself by making sure everyone involved has a clear role and is...
06/14/2025

PSA for anyone entering a business partnership:

Protect yourself by making sure everyone involved has a clear role and is held accountable for their part. A successful partnership depends on transparency, communication, and shared responsibility.

If someone avoids their duties, ignores concerns, or refuses to communicate—especially when you raise valid questions—that’s a red flag.

Set clear expectations from the start, hold each other accountable, and protect your time, effort, and investment.

Strong partnerships are built on trust and accountability.

PSA for anyone starting or growing a business with a partner:Intentions aside, lack of accountability—whether it’s poor ...
06/14/2025

PSA for anyone starting or growing a business with a partner:

Intentions aside, lack of accountability—whether it’s poor record-keeping, avoidance of communication, or ignoring concerns—can sink any venture.

If raising a simple question or addressing an issue causes them to block you or avoid responsibility, that’s a clear sign they’re not committed to the partnership.

Accountability isn’t optional in business—it’s essential. Protect your time, your investment, and your peace by standing firm on it.

PSA for anyone starting or expanding a business with a partner:Sometimes, people don’t set out to cause harm — but a lac...
06/14/2025

PSA for anyone starting or expanding a business with a partner:

Sometimes, people don’t set out to cause harm — but a lack of business knowledge, poor record-keeping, and a breakdown in communication can quickly lead to serious problems.

If asking a simple question or raising a concern causes them to block you or shut down dialogue… don’t ignore the red flags.

Run. Protect your business, your time, and your peace of mind.

One of my clients—who I’m proud to also call a colleague and friend—made dinner for my children and me tonight. She knew...
06/13/2025

One of my clients—who I’m proud to also call a colleague and friend—made dinner for my children and me tonight. She knew I had just returned from a long trip to bring my Piggy to Massachusetts and that we’re in the middle of some major life transitions. I picked the food up from her work, peeked inside the bag, and was immediately overwhelmed by the warmth and love packed into it—Jamaican soul food, made with care by her and her ailing mother.

I had planned to head straight home to unpack and clean out the car, but instead, I found myself driving to the cemetery to sit with my dad. I needed a moment. A moment to pause, to reflect, to take it all in.

I’m writing this now because my heart is full and my mind is racing. Writing helps me clear the mental clutter when I feel overwhelmed and vulnerable. It’s how I process.

I’ve been away for a week, and during that time, a small handful of people have checked in on my boys—and on me. They knew things haven’t been easy. They followed along, knowing I made the drive to Massachusetts alone, and made sure the kids were okay in my absence. Their care and kindness haven’t gone unnoticed. Thank you to everyone that has checked in on us. We feel the love. ❤️ CHEF

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