The year was 2009. I would wake up at 7am, get ready, make coffee for us and send Carrie to work. I then opened my laptop and did freelance agency design work until lunch time. Went to the corner cafe on Court St and grabbed a small pretzel bun ham sandwich with butter and another coffee. Back to freelance work until 1:45pm. Then walk five blocks to Chestnut and start prepping for service.
Family meal before service. What a pain in the ass in the beginning when I had no idea what I was doing. Taco salad. It was a staple especially after Sundays when there was extra ground beef from brunch burgers, corn tortillas, hot sauce and an endless tub of sour cream. I learned how to season it from Ashley, my coworker, and another sous chef who worked with us later on. But that’s not the recipe I’m here to talk about today.
Today I give you pasta. This is the formula that makes all sauces. Fat or oil, then shallots/onions and garlic, herbs then broth. At the end of the night, the kitchen crew was exhausted. Starving as sometimes we didn’t even have time to eat family meal before service. And let’s be real, taco salad is just not enough for anyone.
Carlos, the sous chef who taught me so much at the Nut, would work day service at a French bistro uptown and book it down to Brooklyn and make it in time to prep his station at 5pm and ready for service at 5:30pm. He was so good at what he did and one of the hardest working people I knew who sent money home to his family. He made this pasta dish for the dishwasher, Ashley and me. If there was extra, he would put it out for the servers too. It was the best pasta I had ever tasted.
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Yesterday, Evelyn only ate the meat from the pork burger and not the tater tots, veggies or apples. She did however have an apple sauce squeezie after dinner. Taylor complained, but still ate his dinner.
Today, Evelyn was the first to be done and ate all her dinner: BBQ chicken, rice with soy sauce and baby broccoli. She continued to repeat, “I ate all my dinner. Can I be done all by myself,” until Taylor was finally done with his plate 5 minutes later. We started a new rule that kids can’t be excused from the dinner table unless both kids are all done. Not sure if this was a good idea or not yet.
Thanks for listening,
We used to go to club day sessions on a Sunday starting at 1pm in New York City in my 20s. No drinking, no eating, no drugs. Pure dancing with everything you've got. A great list to play in the background while making pasta. Inspired by my friend Adam Cruz who used to DJ in basements at AKL (Fraternity at Rutgers University) and introduced me to some of the best house music and dance parties out there. Including a dance party on a ferry around NYC.
Click here to check out Adam's latest mixes. Be on the look out as he has a new album dropping April 2nd. He also wrote a book. Check it out! Free The Music Business: Tips and Tales from an Indie Music Nerd