What happens when a group of people who love to write about food meet in a home with a glorious view of the San Francisco Bay? Food bliss! Thank you everyone and behold the feast.
Reinventing myself always.
The first job I ever had was making subs in a pizza joint back east. Some of the food Jobs I’ve had since. Army Cook, Live fire cook (smelled like smoke during most college classes), Bartender, Caterer, Host, Server. I almost bought a fast food restaurant until I came to my senses.
My parents loved what Dad called joints. Italian, Basque and Asian all had plentiful food at good prices. I think this helps explain my taste for cheap eats and inexpensive wines. Now I find myself an observer and blogger.
Having restaurants serve me or making food myself gives me much pleasure. Enjoy!
6 comments:
Was wonderful to meet you and April - and what fun! I LOVE your pickles!
Nice pix, Greg.
So good to see you.
We rule!
Now I need to go smoke some more ...
Biggles
It was so nice to meet the two of you --even though I sneaked in undercover.
Tell A. I am ready to send her the cookie recipe!
Glad you could join us - it was such fun!
Thank you all! We should get together more often.
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