A Word On Food: Dream Sheets

Not too long after I became serious about cooking … and the passion gripped me tightly .. I’ve twisted and wrestled around with food composition ideas while still in the requisite lunacy of dreams. Sometimes something useful comes out of the nocturnal pageant. Yet often it is a mishmash, so … in…

A Word On Food: Candy Bars

Our mother was proud of us as she watched us like little ducks following in some ancient rite of passage as we went to our first swimming lessons at Happy Hollow on Diamond Lake in the late days of May or early June. Truth was that the lake was still mighty cold….

A Word On Food; Jamison Farm

I mostly talk about food here. And I will be doing that with this show. But it is impossible to speak about food without remembering the farms that make it available to us. The poet, philosopher and farmer Wendell Berry put it so well when he wrote, “Eating is an agricultural act”….

A Word On Food: Saffron

When I was becoming more of a chef than I line cook I was beginning to take on the tasks of writing my own menus. I was living in Key West at that juncture of my life. Key West was a great place to buy certain plants…. but unlike a city such…

A Word On Food: Duck

A man was in the restaurant for lunch just the other day and enjoyed his meal very much, but wanted to know why no restaurants serve duck anymore.  Well I had to fight back a smile because just the very night before we had cooked a charity fund raising dinner and had…

A Word On Food: Goat

We got to our dentist and the normal teeth cleaning session. The sweet and amusing, Cuban lady that attends to us asked me right after she finished if I wanted a ‘Cuban coffee’…. I said, “Sure. A cortadito por favore”. She tipped back and laughed heartily. She is like that. She thinks…

A Word On Food: Gas Station Grub

The intoxicating smell of fried chicken could be detected from the moment our car tires ran over that hose that rings a bell when you pull in to a gas station just about anywhere. Once fueled I walked into pay … but by that time I’d been seduced and needed to go…

A Word On Food: Burnt Ends

We got out of the car and paid the meter. A blues guitar in the form and sweaty passion of Tab Benoit seethed out of the porch speakers of the Taurus Beer and Whiskey House. The song was ‘Cherry Tree Blues’. The lyrics are … memorable. If music were weather this would…

A Word On Food: The Story of Otto

About a year before my great friend and chosen brother Charlie Trotter passed on he began saving me his weekend collection of the New York Times Book Reviews. Charlie loved books … and he knew I did as well. It was one of the most common topics of our shared conversations and…

A Word On Food: Nana’s Hands

I came home from the store. I had bought a chicken that had been cooked on a rotisserie and was still nearly molten hot. I put away our other groceries and automatically set up a little area by the kitchen sink, which looks out over our yard. I wanted to act pretty…

 
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