It started out like any other morning, with music blaring from the alarm clock and the pitter patter of tiny feet letting me know it was time to rise from my slumber. But this wasn’t just any day—it was Thanksgiving and I had a very important job to do! So like a kid on Christmas morning, I flew down the stairs and into the driveway to light my Fire Magic smoker and preheat my BlueStar Range. My beautiful wife and my mother had prepped everything the day before—the turkey was brined and everything was perfect for the fantastic meal we were about to create as a family.
As Tom Thibeault posted the above image on facebook, it had me immediately pondering over how life gives us so much to be so grateful for, and yet how often misery it seems is the best we can hold on too. As Tom cooks for his family in this outdoor kitchen set-up just for Thanksgiving, I hope we can all take a few minutes to be grateful for all that we have, knowing that nothing is a guarantee, and realizing another may not be as blessed.
I am thankful for life, friends and acquaintances, my large extended family, mentors and detractors, having a vocation that inspires, a farm and home that is beyond idyllic, and for food at the table.
As tradition dictates every year, we gather around with family and friends and share a meal in honor of the things we are thankful for in our lives. Certainly I am thankful for many wonderful people in my life: my beautiful wife Laura; my three-year-old triplets, Aiden, Brenya, and Christian; my parents, Debbie and Terry; my cousin Randy and his girlfriend Sarah; and my amazing staff at Adirondack Appliance, just to name a few. I am also very grateful for my friends, both old and new, and especially for my good friends Suvir Saran and Charlie Burd. I am both honored and humbled that Suvir asked me to contribute to his blog, and I will do my best to both interest and entertain you through my culinary adventures in our home this Thanksgiving. I hope that by sharing with you what I have learned from Suvir, I can inspire you to get into your kitchen and cook, share your passion with friends, and improve the quality of your life.
Elizabeth Karmel, Art Smith, John Currence, Floyd Cardoz and some of my other favorites cooked their own take on fried chicken. Eddie Huang was one of the fans of my "Masala Fried Chicken". Art's fried chicken was delicious, but the pickles were where the magic was. John was worried his crust was limp - but so were the crusts on all the others. That is what happens with cold-fried chicken! Floyd made his with chickpea flour and spices. Ours was served with an avocado and peanut slaw. We could not have had enough no matter how much we brought with us. Magic was in the air.
San Francicso has a very special place in my heart. It is a town, a village of the most cosmopolitan energy to me. It is also as beautiful as any city I have ever been to. Then there is the underbelly of SF which is gritty and dark - that adds to the character of the city. It has Joyce Goldstein, the greatest gift of this city. What an honor to be able to call her a dear friend.
"...........Driving away on a golf cart with her husband Marcus beside her, Mrs Bachmann stopped to buy a foot-long corn dog – a chicken and beef sausage in deep-fried batter. After applying mustard and allowing Mr Bachmann to take the first bite, she chomped into it with gusto."
In this post you shall find the speech by Jawaharlal Nehru delivered to Indians around midnight on the 15th of August in 1947.
"Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we shall redeem our pledge, not wholly or in full measure, but very substantially. At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance.