Hey There Foodies, Mr. Juice Here…
“Smokey, this is not ‘Nam. This is bowling. There are rules.” ~Walter Sobchak, “The Big Lebowski”
As in bowling and basketball–but not ‘Nam–there are rules. I, however, don’t know them. I’m an amateur foodie drafting on the tail–pun intended–of the luscious Ms. Juice of Chasing James Beard (heretofore known, by me, as CJB). I’ll be using words like “succulent” and “delicious” entirely of my own accord and without the formal training and subtle palette of some fancy schmantzy NYT reviewer. I have not been to culinary school and have never written or thought about food writing before. What I can say in my defense is that I love food. I love to eat pretty much anything, from any region, and will be as honest as possible with you, the CJB readership. And hopefully a little entertaining, too.
In the coming weeks and months, I’ll be developing an Ode to Bacon which, while not being a poem, will possibly border on poetic. I’m not much of a dessert guy, unless we’re talking ice cream or bananas foster (which the latter, not coincidentally, involves the former) so you won’t get a lot of sweets here. As far as restaurant reviews go, I’ll be throwing my hat in the ring occasionally, but probably not as much as the Juice. Instead I’m going to try and focus more on cooking at home, techniques and tips, recipes, improvisation, and if I’m feeling ambitious, flavor combinations. So that’s me. I’m Mr. Juice. Chow…er…Ciao (See what I did there? They’re, like, homophones. Wicked.)