In The Houses Of Pancakes

An ascending spring sun played a gentle game of tag with a retreating winter wind the morning I left my home. But as the day darkened the game turned rougher and the wind kicked the yellow ball like a schoolyard bully. Off it rolled, into some hole and the forest of night…

Coffee

Given my ‘druthers’ I enjoy a properly made cappuccino or a café con leche in the morning. But there are times when we are on the road and the means are not easily found to have those delicious ways to break from a night of heavy slumber. Our hosts for the Ft….

By What We Love

“You don’t want to look like your heroes you want to see like your heroes”. — Austin Kleon, “Steal Like An Artist”. Though I’m only 1/3 of the way through Austin Kleon’s book I’m recommending it to everyone around me. The subtitle is “10 Things Nobody Told You About Being Creative”. Get…

Daddy’s Coffee

When I was a young child our home was a solid, two story, wooden structure perched on a sloping, gentle hill near a lake in Northern Illinois. We had all four seasons and we had them in full measure in that geography. Equal to them was my father. His nature and strength…

Julia and Me

I didn’t grow up watching Julia Child on television the way many chefs 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 Girl Scout leader and part of the ‘arts and crafts’ of being one…

First Scents

Three scents wake me. Not wake me initially. An alarm did that. These are the wakings of an appetite as they are touched by the brewing coffee, the emanations of ripening mangoes…but the third scent is more subtle than the first two. It comes from the tomato my knife and I slit…

Father’s Day, Rolling Along

The small, neat houses of Little Haiti, the colors of pastel tropical ice creams, A visitor on a 2-wheeled conveyance rolls along. It is Sunday. Father’s Day. Morning. A Triple Blessing. An elderly man in black, stern clothing, ancient Preacher’s cap, graying Fu Manchu marches past the ‘Little Haiti Hardware and Lumber’…

Key West with Justin

It is the ‘Monday morning after’ now. The Cuban coffee swirls in my blood as the Ocean gently rocks the shore of ‘The Southernmost Point’ I passed not an hour ago. We arrived in Key West Saturday to make the final preparations for our “battle” at The Hog’s Breath Saloon. Instead of…

Pig Paint

One of my best selling dishes of all time is called “The Rhum and Pepper Painted Grouper”. I started making that reduction I named a “paint” in 1985. Essentially a “paint” is a reduction of liquid along with spices, aromatics etc. as well as some sugar of some sort that become ‘tight’…

 
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