Every so often, things happen at the Corner Kitchen that qualify as mysterious in my book. Not mysterious in a foggy, English countryside kind of way, but mysterious in the “how the heck does this keep happening?” kind of way. Three of the mysteries involve things going missing. An example is the loss of our teaspoons. Every two months or so, I have to buy new teaspoons to complement the
CIA, love at first sight!
Ah, the legendary Culinary Institute of America. “Harvard on the Hudson”, “The Culinary”, “CIA”, the “Institute”… By any name it is the school to go to if you want to be a really good chef. The graduates include some of the best and most well-known cooks in the country; even Paul Bocuse sent his son Jerome to attend the school. As I think I mentioned, my brother Vin Scully had
More of Joe’s Checkered Past
I have had some online comments that I should finish the “biography” of myself with another Blog entry and then move on to more serious subjects, like the story of the Corner Kitchen, recipes, cooking techniques, etc. I’ll try to fit it into one entry, but I might need two… Ok…, after about a year in Hackensack, I grew restless (a common theme in my life…). There was a cooking
