Thanksgiving Leftovers

Thanksgiving is done aside from the leftovers and a nice batch of turkey stock that I’ll use for some vegetable soup with egg noodles.  It’ll be a great in the kids’ thermoses for school lunch on Monday.

This was my first family holiday without alcohol in a very long time. My initial experience is that holidays are much better with booze.  So are families.

I always heat my mug before pouring coffee into it.  That’s the best thing I learned in college.

At about 2:00 yesterday afternoon while preparing dinner I realized I was a couple of hours past due for a sip of Bourbon as part of my normal holiday routine.

When I was shopping the other day for Thanksgiving items I observed what was in most people’s carts.  I’m glad I wasn’t eating at most of their houses.

Yesterday’s dinner was simple, traditional, and exceptional.  I had a thigh.

I paired Polar cranberry-clementine seltzer with the meal.

Tate is working on his beat-boxing.

The mashed potatoes yesterday were gluten-free, no one noticed.

I made cranberries with tangerine and cardamom.  I also opened a can of cranberry jelly stuff.  I had almost all of the homemade cranberries leftover, and the canned cranberries were gone.

When you hear a crash in the other room and a child immediately says “it’s not my fault” then it’s more than likely their fault.

I like my leftovers the same as my Thanksgiving, simple and traditional.  This morning we had crispy fried stuffing with poached eggs on top.  For lunch we had turkey sandwiches on Heidelberg bread with lots of mayo and some of those leftover cranberries.

“Leftovers are for quitters” ~ Jake Vig ‏

I also made vegetarian carrots with ginger and honey and said nothing to our guests.

My announcement at dinner of my plan for a Moroccan inspired Christmas dinner was met with quite a lukewarm response.  It bordered on resistance.  Sorry, chef’s choice.

Aside from the roast duck with ras el hanout and blood oranges, I’m planning tagine makfoul (goat curry), tagine of yam, shallots, carrots, and prunes.

I’ll include some couscous with dried fruits and nuts.

“I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way.  I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land.” ~ Jon Stewart.

The mushy bread with celery and onions was a hit.

Not everyone has heard of Google.

One thing that’s great about leftovers is that they’re an easy meal for the next day when you don’t feel like doing a whole lot.  If they’re too complicated then they aren’t within the spirit of good leftovers.

I do much of my Christmas shopping in my underwear, the looks at Target are interesting.  No one notices at the Walmarts.

Some of you may have noticed that I’ve been posting more.  I’m trying to get into a rhythm of writing every day.  I really want to start posting culinary ideas, tips, and recipes.  I also need to get my book off the ground.

Actually I do 90% of my shopping on Amazon  The ability to sit at the dining room table in my undershorts with a dish if ice cream at 10 pm and get the bulk of my shopping done keeps me in the house.

The Holiday season is here. I wish all of you a great season and hope the New Year brings you all you deserve.



A very happy Thanksgiving to all of you.

I have a deep appreciation for all my friends, family, and those of you who take a few minutes to read my thoughts, rants, likes, dislikes and all my experiences as a chef.  It has been a tough, rewarding, painful, wonderful, rewarding, fun, miserable, and satisfying career in the restaurant business to this point.  Yet, I’m not done.  Given an opportunity I plan to do much more in this business, and tell all of you about it as it happens.

I’m not much of a turkey fan but we follow tradition in my house however since it’s what my wife wants. I’m thankful for her, she gives me very clear instructions.

I do enjoy a good bowl of turkey noodle soup.

I’m sitting here with the house filled with the aroma of cranberry, tangerine, and cardamom stewing as well as the pot of turkey stock I’ve had simmering for hours that I’ll use for the stuffing and as the liquid in the roasting pan to be used for the gravy.

We’re pretty much doing the classics.  Roast turkey (I brine it), mashed potatoes with lots of butter, sweet potatoes without marshmallows, corn, Brussels sprouts, glazed carrots, cranberry stuff, and of course my favorite, stuffing made with Heidelberg peasant bread. We’ll also have apple and pumpkin pie.

While our simple and classic Thanksgiving dinner seems mundane for a chef, I must confess that it’s the way I like it.  Besides, I’m a chef so I prepare everything well and I can knock this dinner out with just a few hours of work.

Turkeys are like any other animals we eat. There are good ones, then there’s factory farmed, chewy, dry, cheap ones.  Grocery stores boast 49 cents per pound for a turkey that unnaturally weighs 27 lbs.  That’s bad eating.

We buy a good turkey from a farm.

As the Holiday season kicks in I feel better than I have in years about Christmas and the possibilities of the New Year.

The Pilgrim story I learned in school is a bit warped.

Last year a coyote ate our turkey, not quite the death that was planned for it.

I’m thankful for:  People in my life that love me unconditionally,  my time at The Wine Bar as it was mostly good, my time at Cafe Capriccio as it was there that I really started to cook.  Also for the community of support for this blog, my work, and my mental health.

Thank you especially to my wife, Jennifer. You have been patient, supportive, and understanding beyond a reasonable level.

I hope you all enjoy the day, have a great Holiday season and I hope to feed many of you before long.


That’s Not My Job

I was reading a FB friend’s post about an interview that went south when the young man being interviewed explained to his potential employer that he left his last two positions because he was asked to do something that “wasn’t his job.”  immediately a bunch of random snippets ran through my head.

When you work in a restaurant, pretty much everything is your job at some point or another.

I recently saw an ad on Craigslist for an Executive Chef’s position, got my resume updated and started composing a cover letter with some degree of hope and potential excitement.

Part of my process for healing is to not repeat mistakes I’ve made in the past.

When you see an ad for a sous chef and line cook the next day for the same restaurant looking for an Executive Chef you wonder if that’s somewhere you should send your information.

Many chefs do move around often, but if you read Craigslist enough you’ll find that there are a lot of places that are continuously hiring.  The truth is that there aren’t that many great places to work, especially for a group of people who are often strapped with emotional issues.

And on the third day the same place has an ad for a dishwasher.

There are plenty of people on both sides of the restaurant employment game that have their shit together.  Just not enough of us.

I feel really good about finally working on getting my shit together.

Jennifer and I are going to some dear friend’s home next Sunday for dinner where two dear friends will join us.  I’m really looking forward to getting out of the house aside from going to Hannaford, Healthy Living, or Target.  I’m getting a bit of cabin fever without heading out to work every morning and with Winter on the horizon I fear it will get worse.

Six months ago I dreaded going out of the house, especially to a job I had no interest in doing.  Now I’m looking forward to doing it again.

When you run a restaurant, every job is your job.

I’ve worked for a lot of people who wouldn’t be caught dead in the dish pit.  They’re either out of business or constantly struggling.

I’ve never held a job as a dishwasher.

Some places are successful due to their location, some are successful despite their location.

I’ve done a lot of dishes in a lot of kitchens.

What makes a good chef’s job?

Autonomy.  If you’re going to hire a chef and pay them a good salary then let your chef do the job you’ve hired him/her to do provided they’re keeping costs in check and are producing good product.

Credit.  I once worked for a chef/owner that took credit for my work.  I once worked for an owner who claimed to be a chef, and would claim responsibility for the menu and the quality of food

Fair pay for hours worked. I’ll work hard, and I’ll put in the hours, but you’ve gotta pay me.

Financial support.  Ya gotta be able to pay your bills.  I want to order the food I need without being concerned about vendors looking for COD payments and you’re nowhere to be seen. Don’t bounce paychecks.

Ability to understand and contribute to the business in a positive way.  If you have no desire to contribute with a day’s work, or to work hard during service then stay out-of-the-way, especially if your behavior has a negative effect on the business.

Education.  As a leader (owner) you should be educated, and continue to educate yourself.  As a leader you need to make sure your staff is educated, and that they’re working on educating themselves.  Also, allow time for education for both the FOH and the BOH.

Some owners spend a lot of time sitting at the bar, some do not.

The ability to recognize what is likely an unhappy work situation is something that I’m finally developing.

I’ll miss wine at Thanksgiving dinner.

What’s so difficult about saying “excuse me” or “pardon me” at the grocery store?

Chefs can get too creative before they learn good technique.  Learn to caramelize onions properly before you attempt a rift on French onion soup with Gruyère foam and beef gelee.

I’m going to work on getting off of caffeine next.

Just kidding.

I’ll miss Bourbon in preparing for Thanksgiving dinner.

I’m doing a Moroccan inspired Christmas dinner this year.

I don’t need the alcohol to help cook the dinner, it’s to help prepare me for having family here for dinner.

I’m not a fan of lunch.  I don’t like making it, I don’t like eating it, and I certainly don’t like working it.  Lunch comes at a very inconvenient time of the day for me since I’m typically busy prepping for dinner.

Excellent post on Daniel Berman’s Fussy Little Blog recently.  I reminds me of a place I was chef for a while.  We had great food and a decent wine list, but for some reason ownership insisted that all beer should be the same price, $5 per bottle at the time. Sam Adams was the high-end beer.  A little effort would have gone a long way. One sous chef who was well-schooled in the craft beer scene even offered to revamp and oversee the beer list.  In many restaurants, one aspect falls short whether it’s part of the beverage program, the desserts, or the service. If you as the owner or manager cannot cover one of the bases find someone who can. It will help your bottom line.  I find that a passion for the business is a key to success, not just a passion for one piece of the business.

When your friends tell you you’re a great cook and you should open a restaurant chances are that putting on nice dinner parties does not qualify you for the business unless you have a lot of money and are willing to spend it.

I misuse commas all the time.  When I pause to think I generally put a comma in. My writing follows my thought cadence. Look at it this way, I’m displaying my thoughts in alphabetic symbols, not writing.



Indian Giver………

……….is not only derogatory, it’s based on historical lies from a cultural misunderstanding pertaining to trade and gift-giving.  As Thanksgiving approaches children are still learning the incorrect historical lessons in school of the Pilgrims and their relationship of the original owners of the land we call America.

The term Indian giver when I was a kid was used to describe someone who took back something they had given you.  I strongly suspect that it was the white man who did most of the taking, and taking back throughout the early days of our history by broken treaties, and reclaiming of land “given” to Native American populations.  As a holiday gesture I unofficially change that term to Pilgrim Giver.

That however is not what this post is about.  I’m thinking of the wonderful gift of Indian spice blends and the vast array of curry preparations available to those who explore the intricate cooking of India.

Some years ago I had a young line cook working for me, a CIA graduate.  We were discussing curries in the kitchen one day and he used his very expensive culinary education to exclaim that he thought there was only one curry.  You know the one, coconut milk, ginger, tomato, and generic curry powder.  Simmer a protein in it and presto! quintessential Indian curry.

The complexity of Indian cuisine is one I hope to understand better.  I certainly accept the fact that I will never have a grasp on it as I do Mediterranean cooking, but if I can get myself beyond the simple use of basic garam masala, generic curry powder, and a chutney or two I’d be far better off as a cook.

Since I’m home to cook dinner almost nightly I have discovered that it’s easy to fall into a rut, especially with young kids in the house (one of which has a dairy allergy).  Stella seems to have passed from her phase of hating almost everything to excitement over trying new foods.  She has even fashioned a chart to keep track of everything she adds to the list of new foods she’ll eat.  Last Sunday’s roast duck was huge hit and she had requested it for Christmas dinner.

Yesterday I decided to do some simple Indian cooking since the kids are exploring new tastes and I introduced them to some curries. Nothing I can call regional or authentic, but both a learning experience for me and something different on the dinner table.  As Jennifer said at the end of the meal “I really needed this.”

Above is one of several spice shelves in our kitchen.  As my exploration continues we’ll need more shelves.  Below are whole spices toasting in a cast iron pan which were used for a cauliflower in coconut milk based dish.  I wish I had a photo of it even though it needs tweaking.  I made a total of three different blends each with unique characteristics and applications. One thing I had to be mindful of was the heat level for the kids.

Below is a tomato based lamb and pumpkin curry which was great.  Jennifer and I agreed that the chili paste we each added at the table was needed to bring out a lot of the flavor.  Theresa liked it, and was told it was lamb and not beef after the meal.

While the lamb simmered I put Tate on naan rolling duty.  He rolled then I hand stretched them before throwing them directly on the top of my makeshift tandoori oven.

The finished product.  They need a bit of work, but the kids loved them.  Seeing them puff into pillows was particularly fun for them.  “Pillow bread” is now in our repertoire and simple to make.

Two pizza stones close together and an oven at 550° did a nice job with a tandoori style pork tenderloin.  Rather than using yogurt I used dairy-free sour cream from Wayfare available at Healthy Living.  It has a thick creamy texture like Greek yogurt and a pleasant tangy flavor.  Te mild spice blend was perfect for the kids.

It was a satisfying meal rounded out with some basmati rice and a couple of glasses of flavored seltzer.  I think the kids would be fine without having my version of Indian food again except for the pillow bread, but I will definitely continue to explore and learn.

Old Fashioned Snippets


Cage free means nothing.  I’m not sure if he did it or not, but I’ve certainly been in his position.  When I was chef at Café Capriccio there was a prominent Albany dude that would come in regularly. His wife would order the eggplant with 4 cheeses and insist that it be bubbling hot when it came to the table.  She would gab for 20 minutes the send it back to the kitchen because it was cold.  Every time.

I say a lot of things, but there’s a lot of shit I don’t say.

The problem with social media is that you often have to interpret the tone and specific meaning of comments made by people who you don’t know. If you don’t have a good handle on what someone’s comment means, or how it was intended then it’s best not to respond to it.

Many of the same restaurants are looking for help all the time.  If you see the same place on Craigslist constantly then think carefully before accepting a position there if you can help it.

40 days without booze, going well.  I miss beer the most. I don’t miss the intoxicated feeling.

It says “No Parking – Fire Lane”

It does not say “No Parking, unless you’re lazy, waiting for someone, or will only be a few minutes”

Forno’s, Chianti’s, dp’s, Capriccio’s, Lo Porto’s, and Villa Valenti’s are not restaurants in Lathams near the Walmarts.  Milano’s is in Lathams but not near the Walmarts.

The difference between the chaos my kids can cause and the chaos of a busy kitchen is that I seem to be able to control the latter much more easily.

Should it really take a basement full of people to count 711 absentee ballots?  And should it take enough of a day that they needed to break for lunch?  The cost?

David Chang opened a noodle bar back in 2004, that’s a long time ago and ramen is not the new trend many think it is.  With that said, it’s damn good when done well.  Sometimes even when it’s not done well.

Please don’t discount or mock someone’s idea, solution to a problem, or plan until you can come up with a better one.

Great food at the expense of a healthy food and labor cost has a short shelf-life.  There’s a fine line between art and business.

Political signs should only be allowed on private property with the permission of the land owner and it should be required that they be taken down within three days of election day.

I know it’s fun to see friends at the grocery store, but you don’t have to corral your carts in the middle of an aisle while you chit-chat about your son that just got accepted to Hudson Valley.

I’m going for my third colonoscopy soon.  I’ve told this story before butt there are some of you that are new to chefsday, so here’s how my first one went.  As I’m in my final preparation phase on the table about to be rolled into the procedure the nurse asks me if I have ever had this done before and I responded “not professionally.”  The look on her face was as blank as I’d ever seen on a person.

When did it become a thing to pile a bunch of crap on french fries?  If you cannot afford a hood, you likely cannot afford to open a restaurant,

From Craigslist:

We are open 365 days a year, must be able to work a variety of nights (must be available to close), weekends, days and holidays.  We are a high volume, fast paced restaurant and are looking for people to grow with us as a company. Please send resume to email given with the title “Line Cook.”  All new hires start at $10hr with quick advancement based on capabilities and performance.   $10 per hour and be available 365 day or night?

Paying restaurant workers more will do some things.  It will reduce the number of restaurants which will add to the customer bases of the ones that remain and it will develop better cooks because of increased dedication to what can be a more lucrative career, it will aid in employee retention, and will raise the overall quality of restaurants.

I’m off alcohol, using my cpap for better sleep, used to my “crazy” medicine, and through therapy have some new perspectives on life.  I’m not fully there yet, and have some issues to deal with and some work to do but……

I’m more than ready to cook again.

Better than before.

Thanks to the Vegans

Too often during a busy restaurant service someone with a dietary restriction will throw a wrench into what was a properly working machine.  It’s not that we chefs don’t understand allergies, special diets, dislikes, special requests, and lifestyle choices, but when your choices, desires, and needs unnecessarily become our problem and the problem of a dining room full of guests, then it becomes an issue.

We chefs think fast on our feet and can work with what we have prepared to fulfill special requests without much trouble.  The issue becomes unsettling when a kitchen is asked without notice to prepare a dish that doesn’t exist on the menu, and the prep hasn’t been done for that dish.  For example, I was once asked to make demi glace without onions for a steak the diner was ordering.  I don’t always expect every diner to know the process of each dish and its components.  But I do expect them to understand when I tell them what they are requesting isn’t possible.  I explain that the next time they’re planning to come in, they can let me know ahead of time and I’ll have both the time and product to make them something good.  And I even give out my cell number.

When a server enters the kitchen during a busy service and says, “We have a vegan on 12, she would like to know what you can make her,” I get a bit annoyed.  Not because we have a vegan on table 12, but because more often than not, the kitchen is unable to put together a suitable dish.  Simply taking whatever vegetables you have in-house and grilling them does not constitute a proper dinner.  I would rather put together a well-composed entrée for someone so they don’t have to be disappointed in their dining experience.

It has been suggested to me in the past that it would be smart to keep some items around just in case you get a request for a vegan meal.  That sounds good, but when you consider that only .5 percent of the population has chosen a vegan lifestyle, it negates the possibility of having good quality fresh ingredients on hand to work with on a consistent basis. One of the things I insist on is fresh, quality ingredients, otherwise it’s not fair to you, the diner.

The most difficult meal to make well off-the-cuff is a vegan meal, at least for me.  As I mentioned, simply grilling some vegetables is a cop-out and does not offer a proper dining experience.  I use a lot of animal products and believe in their use.  I cook fries in duck fat; I glaze vegetables in butter; I use lard, bacon fat, and rich stocks.

What I’ve done over the years is allow some individuals to shine a poor light on all vegans, giving me a real distaste for the chosen lifestyle.  It’s not only unfair to ask a kitchen to work an unreasonable request into a smooth flow, it’s also selfish.  I’ve had vegans and vegetarians (and others with dietary restrictions) call ahead to let the kitchen know they’d be in that evening and they’d appreciate if there was anything I could do.  My error is that I judged all vegetabletarians based on the actions of a few selfish ones.  This is a mistake people make with many groups and it’s just plain ignorant.

As I thought more about this subject I realized that not only should to accept vegans with an open mind, but I also owe them my gratitude.  My daughter Stella has a severe dairy allergy (the carry an EpiPen kind of allergy, not the “I don’t like onions” kind of allergy).  Thanks to a higher demand for products that are dairy-free, Stella can enjoy things like Ben and Jerry’s ice creamish kind of stuff and home-made pizza with Miyoko’s Creamery’s Fresh VeganMozz, an excellent product that melts beautifully.  Tonight we’re having Beef Stroganoff made with WayFare’s vegan sour cream, also an excellent product.

While we do not keep a diary-free house, we do use a lot of products that are substitutes for the real thing, and do some pretty darn good cooking with them so Stella can enjoy dinners as much as the rest of the family.

Given proper planning, I can make tasty things like vegan-friendly scalloped potatoes, mac n’ cheese, and even vegan demi glace and am happy to do it.  But please vegans, don’t ask for a special meal in restaurants at 7:30 on Saturday night.  The few of you that do it are spoiling an otherwise happy lifestyle for the majority of your brothers and sisters who are, as I’ve come to realize, very nice people.  Real people.

Again, thank you vegans for allowing me to cook for Stella, and welcome to my world and thank you for allowing me into yours.

Game Seven and Other Stuff

As I sat and watched game seven of the World Series I typed whatever random thoughts hopped into my dysfunctional mind.

I really do try to be nice to everyone until they prove to me that they don’t deserve it.  Some people present early evidence.

Just the sight of Joe Buck irritates me.

I really need to update the about section of this blog.  That then me isn’t the now me.

Too often chefs and restaurants in Saratoga are limited by the shallow labor pool as a result of too many restaurants, and too many mediocre restaurants that produce poorly trained cooks.

We all have issues, I clearly have issues, and our industry has issues which gives many of us issues.

Video has finally been charged with murder in the death of the radio star

Every year people seem shocked that Christmas is coming so soon.

John Besh

Sexual harassment is huge in the restaurant industry, from the top down to the bottom up.

Do we really have 50 essential restaurants in the Capital Region? Not really, I’m thinking 20 at very most. Perhaps we have 50 individuals important to the local restaurant/food scene. Off the top of my head while watching baseball: Steve Barnes, Eric Paul, Dominick Purnomo, Bob Lee, Paul Mccullough, Rob Handel, Angelo Mazzone, Joe Armstrong, Vic Christopher, Daniel Berman, David Gardell, Dimitrios Menagias, Yono, Eric Guenther, Jim Rua, Greg Kern, SCCC, Jonathan Stewart, Michael Mastrantouno, Donna Purnomo.  There are more, and I know I’ve overlooked many and there are those that I’m just not aware of.  Help me out, who’s on your list that I’ve not included?

We need more cooks and fewer Executive chefs.

We need more owners that understand the difference between a Chef and an Executive chef.

Truth be told, I’m not sure I’ve ever actually been an Executive chef.

I recently read an ad for an Executive Chef’s position (for a local independent brand) that oversees 4 units.  The pay was listed at 45K.

Low pay is a big issue in our business, from top to bottom.

When the last restaurant you worked in still uses photos of your work for new posts on Facebook

I look forward to hanging out by the sauna at Crossgates Mall in my bathrobe while eating BBQ flatbread

Filling large take-out orders is not what I’d consider catering.  Apparently Chipotle does catering.

Jenn and I need to get to 15 Church sooner than later.

Joe Buck certainly can beat a topic to death.

Stop bastardizing carbonara.  If what you’ve made is not carbonara, call it something else.

English is many people’s 2nd language, even when it’s their only language.

I’m going to start on two new projects next week.  One is outlining a mentoring program where us old experienced chefs can help out young cooks on their way up.  I really think we need this.  Message me on Facebook if you think it’s something you’d like to be a part of.  Sometimes people just need someone to talk to with all the things we deal with in the industry.

Saying penne pasta is like saying apple fruit.

Putting the ball in play is also important in baseball.  Kind of important in life too.

I don’t need the shit that goes along with all the shit.  I have no intention of being over-dependent on the labor pool in my future endeavors.

Congratulations to the Houston Colt .45’s.

Welcome back to Boston, Alex Cora.

I generally dislike running specials out of my kitchen unless I’m gauging a dish for a new menu.

There are typically three kinds of specials: “we’ve got some surplus product” or “use this up before it goes bad.”  That’s the reason I don’t order specials, I don’t want your “about to turn product.”  There’s the owner that simply likes specials, they want one app, one entrée, and one dessert every day. I hate that, it breeds poorly thought out dishes.  Finally, there’s the “trying a dish for an upcoming menu to get some feedback and test the execution in the kitchen.”  I don’t mind that one as much since it’s likely something the chef has been putting some thought into rather than simply cleaning out the cooler.

I once saw cream of cheese soup on a specials board.  That’s what happens when you force it.

Very recently a special called NY Strip Parmesan:  NY strip grilled to order, finished with marinara and melted cheddar cheese served over penne pasta.

Food Memories in the Future

We all have food memories.  Many chefs are inspired by those remembrances and cook based on those flavors and recollection of the times in their lives that those food tastes represent.  It’s not actually what I’ve done during my tenure as a professional cook but as a chef moving forward it’s something I’d like to change.  I’m not sure what the future holds for me professionally, but I do know I’m feeling good and am ready to get back to work.  I’ll do things on my terms and I’ll be inspired by my memories.  I’ve earned it.

I cannot decide which is my favorite pizza, sausage and mushroom or anchovies and hot peppers.  When I was a kid we would order three eight-cut pizzas for our family of six.  Two were plain cheese and the other was sausage and mushrooms which was for my father and oldest brother, both deceased.  Eating that pizza always reminds me of them and those times.  We also got Pepsi in glass bottles when we had pizza so it’s even better with an ice-cold Pepsi.  Anchovy and hot pepper pizza just tastes so damn good.  I don’t tolerate hot peppers like I used to.

Veal Marsala was the last dish I plated at the long lamented Theresa’s Italian Grill.

I remember as a kid my mother made a dish we called noodles and eggs.  It was made from a soft egg and flour dough rolled to about 1/8 inch thick and cut into approximately 1/2 inch by 1 1/2 inch strips.  They were then boiled until floating then cooled then cooked in beaten eggs, like making scrambled eggs (more noodles than eggs).  This was my sister Elaine’s favorite dish and she would always request it on her birthday, which she shared with her twin brother Dan.  I’m not sure it was his favorite, but it was a mainstay on October 22.  I don’t think my mother has made it since June 13, 2000 which was 3 days before Elaine’s death.  I’ve never made the dish but I think my daughter Stella whose middle name is Lainey, the name I called my sister, would like the dish, it’s time to make it.

I grew up in a home that didn’t have a lot of extra money, my mother worked and my father often worked two jobs and dinners were sometimes of the frugal nature.  As a child I wasn’t really aware that some of the meals were on the table due to their low-cost, and it often didn’t matter as we loved many of those meals.  One of the few things I remember my father making was fried dough.  He would hand-stretch small pieces of pizza dough and fry them up into puffy misshapen pillows and feed them to a plate on the table where my brothers, sister, and I would grab at the hot stack wanting to get butter and sugar on one before it cooled.  I need to make that soon as well, my kids would love that as much as my siblings and I did.

Vegans are real people too.

Another dish my father served me was bananas and milk.  I recall having a dentist appointment and my mother had gone to work and I was home with dad who gave me a breakfast of sliced bananas with milk and sugar sprinkled on top.  I recall how simply delicious it was.  Well, I went to the dentist, had nitrous oxide, had a tooth filled, woke up and vomited.  I don’t remember where the communication failed, but I wasn’t supposed to eat before the appointment.

Perhaps it was that lack of communication that contributed to my parents splitting up when I was 12.  The first meal I had at my Dad’s apartment was spaghetti and meatballs, it was one of his favorites and one of the few things he could make.  I do remember the salad all these years later.  It was iceberg lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, red onion, and canned black olives.  What I really remember is the way it was dressed.  Poured on in this order was olive oil, a heavy dose of salt, red wine vinegar, and a little liquid from the olive can.  It’s still my favorite salad and I have it at home in that way or close very often.

The other person that made salad like that was my first wife’s grandmother. There were a lot of Sundays at her house in Troy eating hand rolled pasta and a pot of Sunday sauce.  The pork neck bones that simmered in the sauce were such an important part of that meal for me. The flavor of melted connective tissue and cartilage dug out from between the small bones with tender bits of meat remains one of those flavors that I enjoy with my eyes closed.  There was also a uniqueness to her sauce, and her arrival at that taste remained a secret to pretty much everyone who ate there.  One day she whispered the secret it in my ear.

Whenever you showed up at her house, expected or not, you were going to have a meal.

While living in Troy when Theresa was quite young, I would take her to The Vanilla Bean Bakery on Saturday mornings to pick out a Sesame Street cupcake.

The first dinner I ever made was chicken cacciatora at eight years old.  I make it differently now.

After my running career was over at Siena I decided that I would continue running competitively and see how far I could go.  Between some income from coaching and a bit of prize money from racing I made an ok living.  I shared an apartment with a couple of fellow runners in Albany and we would eat elbow macaroni and jarred sauce quite often.  One treat we had was a spaghetti with clams dish that one of my roommates made once in a while.  It was canned clams, sliced onions, garlic, cooking wine, oregano and the pasta.  It was like a bad recipe you’d see posted on Facebook but it was a break from the other stuff we ate and I really enjoyed it.

Jim Rua at Café Capriccio showed me the best way to make pasta with clams.

The first thing I learned to make at Café Capriccio was eggplant with 4 cheeses. Brilliantly simple, and simply brilliant.

The first time I ate foie gras was during the summer of 2003 while working as a line cook at The Lodge in Saratoga.  The culinary staff included Jaime Ortiz, Brian Molino, and Ken Kehn.

At the beginning of our relationship, Jenn and I would spend considerable time having cocktails on Caroline St. in Saratoga.  I recall one night at about 2am we hit a popular late-night food joint for what was my first doughboys.  I soaked them in jalapeno sauce and gobbled them down.  Delicious. I gave Jenn a hot sauce kiss and her lips have been on fire ever since.

Also, early in our relationship we were strolling through downtown Saratoga and hit the same popular late-night food joint for some more doughboys. They’re horrible things during the day.

Day drinking and a trip to Stewart’s may be in order.

My last drink was on October 6th

Potato chips, tuna sandwich with green olives, blueberry pie, and so many things I’ve enjoyed with my dear wife and constant inspiration, Jennifer.