Back in 2008, I reposted a list on this blog. Twenty-five reasons a chef named Niall Harbison would never open a restaurant. I asked his permission, credited him properly, and then added my own little confession at the top — that 99% of his reasons were the same reasons I wrestled with the idea myself.
Here's what I didn't mention in that post: I wrote it from a ship.
I've spent most of my adult life in professional kitchens. Running galleys on hospital ships off the coast of West Africa. Cooking for communities. Feeding people. And not just feeding them food — feeding them dignity, connection, something warm when the world felt cold. That's what food has always meant to me. It's not just calories and macros. It's ministry. It's service. It's love on a plate.
So when I look around the Rocket City and see what some of these organizations are doing — quietly, consistently, without fanfare — I feel something. Respect. Gratitude. And honestly? A little conviction. Because if you've been given the gift of knowing how to cook, knowing how to feed people well, there's a responsibility that comes with that.
Here's the landscape. Here's who's doing the work. And here's why it matters.
