A Word On Food; P.B. & J’s

True confession. When I was going to grade school in Diamond Lake, Illinois, I ate a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich every, single, day in our school lunchroom. By 7th grade it had become more of an act of completion. Some kids wanted perfect attendance. My goal was a perfect P.B &…

A Word On Food: Chicharrones

We had attended a one man performance by actor comedian John Leguizamo at the Adrienne Arscht Theater titled, “Latin History for Morons”. It was excellent and even though certain nuances of some of the dialog that was both in classic and slang Español. I can handle a lot of ‘kitchen Spanish’. Yo…

A Word On Food: Moonshine

The stories of moonshine and moonshiners have a mystical appeal to many. The practice seems entwined with dark magic. One episode in the history of American Blues music depicts the dangers of moonshine and had to do with the poisoning death of one of the chief architects of that stream of music,…

A Word On Food: Maida Heatter

In 1992 while working at the Betsy Ross Hotel, now renamed the “Betsy” to make it less tied to the past and shooting for the future, I had found out that Maida Heatter had quietly been in and had dinner the night before. How I found this out I’ll get to shortly….

A Word On Food: Pastrami

First we mourn. We all miss the legendary Miami delis of the past. We need to name them to honor them. Corky’s, Pumpernik’s, Wolfie’s and The Rascal House. I’m sure my New York City born and raised mother took me and my sisters into a few if not all of them when…

A Word On Food: Pit Beef & BBQ

Some chefs start their careers in humble places and then work their way up the ladder to more and more fancy and complex places. And for some that is the goal. But some of them get up on that perch and say something that rhymes with “Tuck It”! And they seek to…

A Word On Food: Anthony Bourdain

My introduction to the world of Anthony Bourdain began with the sound of hearing my mother laughing while reading a book in her favored chair. Not a minute passed before she was laughing again. I was getting ready for work and between trips to my coffee cup, I stopped and said, “Okay…

A Word On Food: The Mother Sauces

Growing up I didn’t have anything one might refer to as received scripture. Our church tried. And I tried with them. I did my Methodist best but it just didn’t stick with me. And though I had hero’s … in sports, there was Muhammad Ali … who we first knew as Cassius…

A Word on Food: Food Festivals

With Summer here I’ve been noticing some of the various Food Festivals coming up.Sadly we just missed the Eau Claire, Michigan July 4th weekend Intercontinental Cherry Pit Spitting Championship. This popped up … sorry … in 1974 for the first time. Who knew something like that could be so … enduring? Their…

A Word On Food: Julia Child

I didn’t grow up watching Julia Child on television the way many people of my generation did.  My television hours were not inclined toward any aspects of cooking, though we did cook in our home.  My mother was a both a restaurant worker and also (for a time) a Girl Scout leader….

 
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