I was lucky enough once to cook in Charlie Trotter’s kitchen, and am shocked by the news of his death. Like most people, I was puzzled by his decision to close up shop, shut down his spectacularly successful career(s) as chef, restaurateur, author, television personality, philanthropist, mentoring educator, culinary evangelist, businessman and more and move on to a life of study and reflection. Like most people, I was unaware of what he knew only too well: he was living on borrowed time, faced with seizures, strokes and an inoperable aneurism deep in his brain ready at any moment to end his story. Reflecting on that now changes the way I look at his passing. Even though he ran up the score mercilessly on the game of life, he played as though constantly trying to tie it up for another sudden death overtime. This, as it turns out, is certainly the best recipe he ever came up with.