“I was once married to a woman who could eat anything and tell you what was in it: the most complicated recipes. Her memory of taste – now that’s what I call memory!” – Morton Feldman, Composer Ann Arbor, Michigan – So, the reunion was a rollicking success, as we predicted it might be. Now,… Read More Taste Memories
“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.” – Tom Stoppard, playwright Ann Arbor, Michigan – It was a sign of the times. Only it used… Read More Memories
Buenos Aires – I was all set to spend a little time catching up on some of the reviews I’ve been wanting to do when I happened to glance at the calendar and something about the date reminded me of my time here in Buenos Aires. I’ve been thinking that I’d arrived in early June,… Read More Dos Años
Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together – mass hysteria.” – Dr. Peter Venkman, Ghostbusters Buenos Aires – People who cook will understand this. People who don’t cook may sympathize, based on their attachments to wherever their workspace is, but they won’t understand it. Not at a visceral level. My kitchen, to the casual observer,… Read More The Urge to Strangle
Oh Fatherland, Fatherland, Show us the sign Your children have waited to see. The morning will come When the world is mine. Tomorrow belongs to me! – Chorus from Tomorrow Belongs to Me, Cabaret Buenos Aires – Recently I’ve decided it’s time to get back into theater mode – I mean going to as opposed… Read More Tomorrow Belongs…
“Learning is not compulsory … neither is survival.” – Henry Ward Beecher, 20th century U.S. management consultant Buenos Aires – The gasps were audible. To anyone. I’d just introduced myself to my classmates, and I’ve been working in the restaurant business longer than most of them have been alive. Not surprising on my side, I… Read More Back to School
“Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another.” – Madonna Ciccone Buenos Aires – I’m being defiant. It’s a small stand for my rights, of some sort or another. It also makes absolutely no difference, but it’ll give me something to comment on. One of our favorite neighborhood lunch hangouts is… Read More Whose Food is it Anyway?
Punta del Este – I’m going to hit you with a third post today – I want to finish off writing about my trip to Uruguay and move on to new things back home, and, I’m stuck at home waiting for the police to show up. No one did anything wrong, but in order to… Read More Not Quite Iron Chef