Dining out and bad fats
A couple of weeks ago, through the agency of a friend, I ended up spending the evening in a commercial kitchen preparing food. The restaurant was closed for business that night, but had a full kitchen going for the dozen or so people who turned out to try their hands at being chefs. We all cooked various portions of a four or five course meal. That’s me at the left in my chef’s attire chopping scallions for garnish for one of the dishes.
Sad to say, but this wasn’t the first time I’ve ever labored in the back end of a restaurant. Both MD and I are very familiar with those duties. One of the truly bad moves of my financial life was investing in a franchise restaurant years ago. I still don’t know what came over me, but whatever did, it cost me a lot of money. I distinctly remember how it all happened. I was sitting in the kitchen of our house in Little Rock going through the mail and came upon a magazine buried in the pile. I don’t remember now what magazine it was, but it had an article on hot new restaurant concepts. One of the hottest, and one that was taking Dallas by storm, was a Mexican restaurant franchise called ZuZu. ZuZu Handmade Mexican Food, to be exact.
I read the article and inexplicably reached around behind me, picked up the phone and dialed the number to get more info. (A phone call, I might mention, that cost me hundreds of thousands of dollars before it was all over.) The person on the other end – a honcho from ZuZu corporate office in the Rolex Building in Dallas – painted a wonderful picture of restaurant ownership, and before I knew it, MD, our eldest son and I were headed to Dallas to see a ZuZu restaurant in the flesh and try the food.
I’m taking a short break from the great Anthony Colpo smackdown to report on all the goings on with the ‘wretched’ choral society and the Beatles concert. As I’ve mentioned before, MD has been pushing for a Beatles concert since she’s been the president (her three-year term will be mercifully over on June 30, and I’ll have my wife back). It’s all come to pass with a whole lot of help from a whole bunch of people. And, thanks to all this effort by all these people – especially Brooks Firestone – it has turned into a much, much huger event than she had ever imagined.
A quick post just to let everyone know that I’m still among the living and that I haven’t given up posting for good.
The long-awaited announcement of what MD and I have been working on for the past couple of years is at hand. We have developed (along with a team of engineers, designers, manufacturers, business people and a host of others) the first stand-alone sous vide unit made specifically for the home kitchen. It’s called the Sous Vide Supreme and is pictured at left, getting ready to ship. The Sous Vide Supreme is the first new category of kitchen appliance since the microwave, so we’re incredibly excited about our role in what we think is a world-changing event. At least world changing in the same way the microwave was world changing.
As most readers of this blog know, MD and I split our non-traveling time between Incline Village, Nevada (on the north shore of Lake Tahoe) and Santa Barbara, California. We don’t have a house in the city of Santa Barbara but in the unincorporated town of Montecito, which is a sleepy little suburb of Santa Barbara (as if Santa Barbara is large enough to have a suburb). We live on Park Lane, a street well known in Montecito, notably for the giant Eucalyptus trees that line it. Although there are Eucalyptus trees all over the Montecito/Santa Barbara area, as far as I know, Park Lane is the only street flanked by them.













