Well, it's the anniversary of the death of my all-time favorite chef, my dad. He wasn't a celebrated chef, except in the local island newspaper where he ran a food column called "Good Stuff." And around our house. Every meal was simply not allowed to be done by halves - family lore revolves around everyday fare like tuna sandwiches served with garnish and flourish; and more grand adventures in "restaurants we have known."
Here's to you, George. I know a martini was more your style, but this gin and tonic with Bombay sapphire is going down well...
love you.
JB
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