the beard is no more.

It's true. She's been wittled down to a wee moustache, which is still pretty fun. I work at a job where they like their employees to look professional, and I discovered that the point of a beard, for me at least, is not to look professional. I want a mountain man's beard, not a doctor's. I want a leftovers-hiding beard, a beard that has its own personality and its own odour... not likely to be allowed at Canlis. I could just imagine setting down a plate of seared scallop with Steiber Farms Duck Egg topped with Meyer River Salt (is that what it's called?) and having a button mushroom from my lunchtime sandwich drop from my beard onto the plate. Not cool. So I shaved it. Not that the moustache is any more professional, unless you're a professional cowboy or pornstar (and I am neither), but one of the chefs where I work has one, so I figure I should be able to get away with it.

The picture is alittle menhir I made out of beard-hair.