Lodge Life

The grueling marathon of cooking at a hunting lodge.

Chef life. Trashed hands, long hours, sharp knives and maybe a glass of wine.

I no longer need the alarm. My internal clock, my inner anxiety, pokes me awake before 5 a.m. Usually my body overrules it — just 15 more minutes to knit myself back together after last night. Just 15 more minutes.

Five is normally all I get. Body-mind compromise. I haul myself…