Postcards

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”….

Robbin Haas. In Memoriam

“Robbin Haas has passed away”. Those were the words that woke me yesterday. They woke me with sadness. Especially for his family. But also for the South Florida food and restaurant community that Robbin joined us in and helped propel forward ever since his arrival here. When I met Robbin we were…

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…

BROTHS

The world of cookery has its roots. So many times we look up above the place where a bush or a tree stands seen and obviously morphing. But without the nurturing world below… that provides succor to that organism we enjoy… this would not occur. I save the bones from whole chickens…

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…

Looking For the Pope

It all began with a conversation in an espresso house in New Orleans with my two great friends Charlie Trotter and Emeril Lagasse. They said, “You must go see “The Pope” with us”. I knew they didn’t mean the Holy Pontiff in Rome .. they meant Chef Frédy Girardet in Switzerland. This…

 
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