Tag Archives: food

Rediscovering Oysters

Prior to a few months ago it had been years since I’d had an oyster. So many years in fact that I could not remember how I felt about them. I was in my early twenties. I was in a bar somewhere (it seems a lot of my stories from my younger years start withContinue reading “Rediscovering Oysters”

Somebody Feed Phil

I don’t watch much TV. I am just not a big television fan. I would much rather spend my limited free time hanging out with my family, playing dinosaurs with my grandson, reading, walking my dog, playing my guitar, or playing cribbage or Trivial Pursuit with my wife, Kim. There are some shows, however, thatContinue reading “Somebody Feed Phil”

Learning to Make Stuffed Chicken Breast

“This is my advice to people: learn how to cook, try new recipes, learn from your mistakes, be fearless, and above all have fun”. – Julia Child The other day I was thinking, now that I have some extra time on my hands due to the Covid-19 restrictions I should work on improving my culinaryContinue reading “Learning to Make Stuffed Chicken Breast”

If God Made Anything More Tasty Than The Olive He Kept It For Himself

When I was around eight years old, maybe ten, I woke up early one morning and went out to the kitchen. I was the first one up and much of the remains from a party my parents had hosted the evening before were still laying about. The first thing to catch my eye was aContinue reading “If God Made Anything More Tasty Than The Olive He Kept It For Himself”

The Silver Spoon and Vefa’s Kitchen

“No one is born a great cook, one learns by doing.” – Julia Child As I mentioned in an earlier blog, I began my foray into more adventurous cooking with the purchase of two cook books for fifty cents each from my local library’s sale room. These books were, The Silver Spoon, “the bible ofContinue reading “The Silver Spoon and Vefa’s Kitchen”

On Books and Food

I have always loved books. I have vague recollections from early childhood of being read to and never wanting it to stop. I recall taking books in my hands and pretending to read them, speaking the story aloud, as best I could, from memory. The first book I remember reading on my own was aContinue reading “On Books and Food”