The Diary of a Mad Chef: “A Collection of Culinary Treasures and Short Stories”
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Food has always been the center of our familys common narrative thread, and I attempted to place the face and the stories of my friends and family with the recipes as I remember them. Along with the feedback and photos from my friends and family, it became a two-year-long effort to compile, edit, and publish this book. The journey has been a magnificent experience for me, and I am grateful to have had the time and opportunity to write this book.
Daniel DellaVecchia
During my 56 years I collected many things along the way. Some of those experiences are outlined and described in this book and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did collecting and writing them. As for me, and the person I was and have become I believe the following song lyrics written by Kris Kristofferson contain a pretty good description of the author. The Pilgrim And he keeps right on a changin’ for the better or the worse Searchin’ for a shrine he has never found Never known’ if believin’ is a blessin’ or a curse Or if the going up was worth the comin’ down He’s a poet, he’s a picker, he’s a prophet, he’s a pusher He’s a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he’s stoned He’s a walking contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home
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The Diary of a Mad Chef - Daniel DellaVecchia
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Contents
Author’s Note
The Backstory
Dedications and Thanks
Chapter One My Family and Friends
1. An Ode To Kim and George
2. An Interview with a Future
3. Lisa Joy’s Oven Pancakes
4. Lisa Joy’s Banana Nut Muffins
5. Reese’s Chocolate French Toast and Eggs
6. Passing Grade
7. Finding My Bliss
8. Big Jim’s Favorite Italian Hot Dogs
9. Uncle Harold’s Hot Apple Cider
10. The Love Cabin
11. Aunt Joyce’s Nutty Crescents
12. A Winter Wonderland
13. Ray’s Irish Coffee
14. Aunt Joyce’s Cream Cheese Knots
15. My’s Vietnamese Lettuce Wraps
16. Sesame Noodles
17. Miami Vice Scores In NYC
18. Lisa Joy’s Sugar Cookies
19. Grilled Cheese Sandwich
20. Dinner with Ducks
21. Garlic Bread
22. Suzie Q’s Jersey Shore Quiche
23. Peanut Butter, Jelly, and Banana Sandwich
24. Hot Dogs and Beans
25. My Friend Uncle Buck
26. Beef A Roni
27. Fishing with Phil
28. Mac and Cheese—Please!
29. Sandy’s Chili Dip
30. The Next Chapter
31. Megan’s Pumpkin Desert Bars
32. Tammy’s Better Than Sex Cake
33. Lori’s Pork Tenderloin with Bacon
34. Alice’s Homemade Limoncello Liquor
35. The Adventures of a Good Samaritan
36. Alice’s Limoncello Cake
37. Phyllis’s Seafood Delight
Chapter Two Granny, Gramps and the Jersey Shore
38. Granny and Gramps
39. Italian Pancakes with Caramel Syrup
40. Granny’s Macaroni Pie
41. Granny Apple Buttermilk Pancakes
42. Italian Chicken Sandwich
43. Granny’s Potato, Pepper, and Egg Sandwich
44. Granny’s Sausage, Pepper, and Onion Sandwich
45. Boardwalk Follies
46. Seaside Gizmo Pizza Sandwich
47. Seaweed, Sand and Stupidity
48. Granny’s Leftover Soup with Depression Meatballs
49. Granny’s Escarole and Bean Soup with Pepperoni
50. Chicken and Dumplings
51. Granny’s Spaghetti, Sausage, and Meatballs
52. I’m Not Going!
53. Broccoli and Cauliflower with Cheddar Cheese Sauce
54. Potatoes Au Gratin
55. Manifest Destiny
Chapter Three Our Mom, aka The Head
56. Our Mom The Head
57. Bacon Burgers with Mushroom Gravy
58. Grandma Joan’s Stuffed Bell Peppers
59. Grandma Joan’s Irish Stew
60. The Mark of Friendship
61. Paul’s Hawaiian Burbon Chicken Wings
62. Breaded Chicken Cutlets and Gravy
63. Attack of the Bees
64. Aunt Hazel’s Cheesecake
65. Roast Turkey Breast and Gravy
66. Apple Stuffed Pork Loin
67. Turkey Legs Osso Bucco
68. Alexander the Great
69. Grandma Joan's Irish Potato Salad
70. Grandma Bond’s Potato Pancakes
71. Grandma Joan’s Cavatelli and Brocolli
72. The MCI Guy
73. Grandma Joan’s Corned Beef and Cabbage
74. Grandma Joan’s Stuffed Cabbage
Chapter Four Derek, Evelina, and Sofia
75. My Inspirational Moral Colander
76. Mexican Border Chili
77. Derek’s Roasted Shrimp Cocktail Salad
78. Crispy Fish Tacos and Cucumber Tartar Sauce
79. Seafood Delight
80. Eva’s Polish Sauerkraut
81. Eva’s Polish Cauliflower
82. Evelina’s Kielbasa Sauerkraut and Cabbage Soup
83. Cabbage and Apple Slaw
84. London with My Boys
85. The Super Bowl Splinter
86. Arizona Turkey Quesadillas
87. Tortilla Lasagna
88. A Walking Contradiction
89. Derek’s Carne Asada Tacos
90. Green Beans and Caramelized Red Onions
91. High School Reunion with Benefits
Chapter Five James, Nicole, Adrianna, and Autumn Rose
92. James The Younger
93. Jamo’s Chicken Cutlet Parmesan
94. Jamo’s Favorite Grilled Jumbo Shrimp
95. The Deportation of Hurricane Dan
96. Jamo’s BBQ Pulled Pork Sandwich
97. Caesar Salad with Bacon and Croutons
98. Consecution Time
99. Fish Cakes with Cheesy Dill Sauce
100. Red Snapper in a Bag
101. Fly Baby Michael, Fly
102. Ti Ti Ashley’s Homemade Mozzarella
103. Brussel Sprouts with Walnuts and Bacon
104. Garlic Mashed Potatoes
105. Puff Daddy for Dummies
106. Joe’s Pocono Blueberry Pancakes
107. The Roman Way
108. Cheesy Polenta Squares
109. Nicole’s Broccoli Slaw
Chapter Six Brother Steve and Family
110. Pooping and Squirting
111. Grilled Calamari and Olive Salad
112. Honeymoon in Paradise
113. Seafood in a Pot
114. Eager Young Minds
115. Grilled Octopus in Green Sauce
116. Glazed Carrots
117. Lisa Ann’s Eggplant Rollatini
118. Dancing with The Stars
119. Lisa Ann’s Pizzagiana—Italian Easter Pie
120. Back to School
Chapter Seven Brother Tom and Cousins
121. Run Tommy Run
122. Brother Tom’s Biscuits and Gravy
123. Take Some Notes Charlie Harper
124. Veal Chops in Miami Mango Sauce
125. So You’ll Stop Asking!
126. Cousin Anthony’s Beer Butt Chicken
127. Cousin Pat’s BBQ Ribs
128. Brother Tom’s Meatloaf
129. Deep Fried Asparagus and Prosciutto Bundles
130. Blooming Vidalia Onion
131. Pepperoni Bread
132. Cousin Pat’s Piezolla
133. Super Bowl XXV
134. Penne Puttanesca
135. Black Bean Soup
136. Miami Hurricane Chicken and Potatoes
137. Cousin Barbara’s Hummingbird Cake
138. Grandma Violet’s Corned Beef Pie
139. Livin La Vida Loca
140. Mitch’s Favorite Carrot Cake
141. Aunt Marion’s Veal Marsala
142. Billy and Brian’s Dirt Cake
143. Depression Pot Pie
144. Cousin Trenda’s Swiss Pig Muffins
145. Cousin Trenda’s Flaming Chicken Tetrazinni
146. Cousin Johnnie’s Favorite Miami Beach Cake
147. Love is The Drug for Me
148. Monk Fish Stew
149. Aunt Marie’s Artichoke Pie
Chapter Eight In Memorium
Author’s Note
On the day I was born, March 19, 1956, Newark, NJ was experiencing a nor’easter snow storm which lasted 3 days and killed 162 people throughout the Northeast. It was termed by local newspapers the storm of the century
and caused my parents to call the police for help because they needed to follow a snow plow to the hospital for my delivery. Hence, my life began, and I guess you can assume I was announcing my entry into this world in a big way.
Some highlights of that year: Don Larsen pitched a perfect game in the World Series; Elvis Presley had his first hit record—he also made his Las Vegas performance debut at the Frontier Hotel on April 22nd, got booed off the stage, and soon after was fired. Good thing Elvis didn’t give up! Dwight D. Eisenhower was re-elected president; the Dow went above 500 for the first time; an average home cost $8,800 and minimum wage reached $1.00; Rocky Marciano retired as undefeated Heavyweight boxing champ; and me, I was born!
I arrived less than 100 years after the end of our nation’s Civil War and less than 10 years after WWII ended. My dad had just finished his duty during the Korean War in the US Marine Corp. I mention war because ever since I can remember, our country has been fighting somebody for something I couldn’t figure out as a boy and still can’t understand today. Remember, this was a time in our country’s history where our own people were being killed by some all-controlling unknown force. John and Robert Kennedy were assassinated as well as civil rights leader Dr. Martin Luther King. That hit home as I fully remember being inspired by those people, especially the concepts of space travel, peace and harmony. I remember the now-seemingly-foolish atomic bomb drills we did by hiding under our desks, and as soon as the Russians sent Sputnik into space, our country rallied around President Kennedy and the space race was born. I thought what a great job traveling in space must be, and I wanted to become an astronaut! (That dream job never materialized for me as the requirements were not in any of my bag of tools.) Thankfully born young enough to miss the Vietnam War, I joined protests against our involvement.
I can’t overlook the TV news coverage of the National Organization of Women (NOW) and the women’s movement for equality. The sight of thousands of young women burning their bras made an impression on this 13 year old boy! These protests were my first recollection of associating music with my life’s issues. A habit I continue to the present day. The protest music of Buffalo Springfield’s For What It’s Worth,
Bob Dylan’s Blowin in the Wind,
and Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young’s Ohio
were inspirational to me. Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On
is my favorite anti-war protest song and the best song ever written and performed:
What’s Going On!
Mother, mother
There’s too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There’s far too many of you dying
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin’ here today, yeah
Song excerpt by songwriters: Renaldo Benson,
Marvin Gaye and Alfred Cleveland
This excerpt from that song had a real impact on my thinking about our country’s political involvement in the Vietnam War. At the young age of 13, the war hit home when my cousin Joey Sterople returned in a full body cast after his helicopter was shot down somewhere in Vietnam. I remembered thinking, what is going on?
The entire student body at my school, St. Cecilia’s Grammar School, and the students from our High School attended the funeral for the older brother of one of my 8th grade classmates killed in Vietnam. There was so much sorrow and pain during that Mass I remember becoming emotional during the communion ceremony. I did my best to hide my tears as I was one of the Altar Boys assisting in the Mass service that day. When our choir began to sing the Ava Maria
song, there wasn’t a dry eye in the entire church.
My connections to musical lyrics and my fondness for books, especially biographies and autobiographies, changed my thinking forever. I got involved with our grammar school’s Literature Club and school politics. Later on, I was elected President of the Class of 1974 at Kearny High, something I am extremely proud to have been associated with as our class made wonderful contributions to our local town. We produced, and I was also a member of the cast, our school play version of Tea House of the August Moon, and I organized a NY Football Giants vs KHS faculty charity basketball game at our newly built basketball center. That one was a total sell-out of more than 2,000 tickets. We were literally grabbing money at the door and dropping it into large garbage cans. We made a fortune for our class and school that day, and I gave an opening speech! Plus, it was great entertainment watching our teachers get crushed by the talented NY Giants. My next plan was to bring Roller Derby to our new gym, but that was rejected by our Board of Education due to some concerns over the destruction of the new basketball surface the rink might cause. Total crap, but what could I do?
My parents took their time bringing my brothers into the world and into our family. Perhaps I scared them shitless because I had their full attention for almost 6 years. When my brothers finally joined the family, it took me some time to fully understand they were here to stay and I had to make room for them in our small bedroom.
My younger brothers, Tom and Steve, and I spent our early school years in the Catholic school system, and every attempt was made to make us conform to society and the norm of the day. Fortunately for me, it didn’t work! My brothers had a tough road to follow in my example. I was born a rebel, a contrarian at heart, and an over achiever. Ingredients that make a perfect storm! I bear the scars to prove the point.
Nothing could prevent me from my goals, often resulting in tremendous success or colossal mistakes on my part. My motto has been, It is better to ask for forgiveness than permission!
The I am me
and everyone should follow attitude has mellowed over the span of my 56 years, but I remain goal driven. The group Uncle Cracker recorded the song Follow Me
and the excerpts from the lyrics sort-of applied to my philosophy:
Follow Me
Follow me, everything is alright
I’ll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you want to leave, I can guarantee
You won’t find nobody else like me
Song excerpts by songwriters: Shafer, Matthew,
Bradford, Michael
My journey spans great highs and lows highlighted by various experiences: elected high school class President, school athletics, school plays, school choir, Catholic altar boy, marriage, and my precious children and granddaughters. I eventually worked in the telecommunications industry for over 25 years and benefited from the earn-as-you-learn aspects of the business. I even appeared in a national TV ad campaign for MCI. Personal and professional success, as with life priorities, is a balancing act with common trade-off issues. The worst of both are changing jobs and the inevitable loss of loved ones.
Throughout, I tried to maintain a positive and sure I can
attitude, especially in business. I always tried to move upward by taking new jobs. If I had no experience with this or that, no problem, I took the job if it paid more. My view is that if someone else can do it, then I can learn it and maybe even do it a little bit better. The best part to me was getting paid for the effort.
My earliest memory of earning money is with my longest friend, Paul Forfar, aka, Foff. When we were 7 year old young kids growing up in Kearny, New Jersey, we would roll our red wagon around the neighborhood searching bushes for empty deposit beer and soda bottles. We’d clean them up, bring them to the local grocery store and get 2 or 5 cents each. Big money to us! We’d spend the money on baseball cards, collect the good ones, and pitch the average player cards against a porch stoop in a game we played as kids.
When I was a kid of 10 years, I had a shoe shine box. On Saturdays I would make the rounds to the local corner bars and clean and shine shoes and boots. Kearny was a very blue-collar town of immigrants from Scotland, Ireland and England, brogue and all. The sport of soccer was dominant in the town of Kearny, and we had several players represent the USA in the 1994 Olympics and World Cup.
With my shine box I literally cleaned-up and made on average $15.00 in a couple of hours. Later on I worked in a Harrison hardware store on Saturdays stocking shelves with gallons of paint for $20.00. I had a newspaper route. I always had money in my pocket. As a young adult I started as a telephone technician, and I was amazed when I would get paid extra for overtime and Saturday work. Are you kidding!
My career in telecommunications began almost out of high school. I went to college for one semester but that bored me. I kicked around with different jobs but nothing of any real long-term opportunity until telecom. I enjoyed every aspect of the industry and had a variety of jobs beginning with telephone technician, equipment sales representative, equipment sales manager, communications analyst, communications manager, network services manager, communications consultant, and finally with MCI in NYC as the branch service manager.
A formal degree in telecommunications did not exist when I started back in 1979. Knowledge was obtained by on the job education, manufactures’ seminars and formal courses, but mostly field experience. I would kid my colleagues, especially at MCI where formal degrees from major colleges were required when I was hired in 1990, that I was a graduate of UCLA. Most would assume that meant University of California at Los Angeles but my interpretation was a more accurate description and meant Under the Corner Lamppost of Adversity!
I have learned quite a bit over the years and would like to believe some of my good points and work ethic have been adopted and continued by my boys, Derek and James. I tried to set an example on how to do things right, but man when I screwed up, it was usually pretty bad, and I definitely taught them what not to do as well. I learned from the people in my life who set good and bad examples. I did my best to become a good man, and I never attempted to hide either the good things or my mistakes from the boys. Hopefully, they understand and appreciate the openness I demonstrated during their childhood. Time will tell with their histories of work and parenting, and so far their results are excellent.
My life took a major turn after a car accident in 1998 and the subsequent 8 surgeries and regular rehabs that followed for the next several years. The overwhelming pain and suffering was a major changing point for me, and I became bedridden, miserable and depressed. I physically could not perform most simple daily tasks and became dependent on others, especially Lisa, my wife at the time. I was frustrated and angry at the world. It cost me my marriage and I never fully physically recovered. Today, it takes great courage to face each morning of pain as I continue to live with my physical disabilities.
Life is very different today. In my past I believed I was invincible, but because of the accident I became conquerable. An enormous series of adjustments and resignations to my restricted abilities and understanding my limits have me in a better place. Ten years ago, one of my doctors suggested I begin to write down my feelings of frustration for future discussions in group therapy sessions. That developed into writing stories about my life, and ultimately I wrote a few screen plays and stories. Since I was the president of the Literature club at St Cecilia’s Grammar School and participated in high school plays because I have a love for stories, writing was a natural fit for me and something I could do on a daily basis with a laptop computer. It was a great suggestion by the doctor and probably saved my life.
I combined the writing process with my love for music, and as I worked I became so focused time would fly by. Sitting in my special orthopedic recliner chair, I would turn on the television to a music channel, open up the laptop computer, glide the chair back into a comfortable position, fade into my memories, and pound the keyboard. This process took me out of my reality and into the wonderful world of imagination and I would drift away. Time flew by, and it was a terrific escape for me in terms of pain. During the writing process, I am somewhere else and enter a transcendental state of mind that temporarily relieves my pain.
The love and support of my family, friends and medical professionals helped me during that period in my life. I slowly transformed from a bitter hopeless person into a more realistic man with a conforming attitude. It may have taken 13 years or so, but I have emotionally recovered. The physical damage remains and I must manage that pain and frustration day to day.
In the beginning, my writings were a blur of pain medicated ramblings of self-pity. My life was in ruins and I hated the fact that I was trapped in a sedentary existence. Perhaps, those initial ramblings were what I termed later the longest known suicide note in the world. I entitled those ramblings Of Natural Causes and completed that story sometime in 2004, possibly the lowest point in my life as my actions caused my wife of 23 years to move on with her life without me.
When my divorce from Lisa was finalized in 2005 and we sold our home in North Arlington, New Jersey, I packed up my stuff and moved to Miami to live with my brother Tommy. During the packing process, I re-read Of Natural Causes and threw it out! I needed to purge those thoughts, not immortalize them, and start anew in Miami.
My dogs, Blaise and Lulu Belle, and I were looking forward to the new surroundings in Miami. Continental Airlines charged me $950 to transport my dogs on the plane from Newark to Miami that day. That’s a one way charge! As the plane rolled down the runway and we became airborne on our way to Miami, I remember singing the following lyrics, to myself of course, with the hope the change would help me find peace:
Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
It’s these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of our running and all of our cunning
If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane
Excerpts by songwriters; Jimmy Buffet and
The Coral Reefer Band
I remember the first time I noticed a shift in perspective. It was in 2000 at a group therapy session at Kessler Hospital in West Orange, NJ with other rehab patients. I was sitting in my wheelchair next to a young guy laid out on a hospital gurney. He was made quadriplegic from a car accident and couldn’t move from the neck down. As was typical during the sessions, everyone was bitching about their own life problems and we eventually took a break.
During the break, the guy calls to me and tells me that I should be ashamed of myself for complaining. He pointed out that I would eventually heal enough to resume some semblance of life and I should be grateful. He was stuck looking up most of the time and unable to move. Then, he asked me to do a remarkable thing. He begged me to kill him! Why? Because he couldn’t move from his neck down and do it for himself.
He asked me to come into his room later that day and smother him with a pillow. He had completely given up and wanted to die. At that moment a chill came over me and I began to feel a bit better about my own situation. I explained to him I was sorry for him but I just couldn’t kill him. I remember looking into his eyes as tears rolled down our cheeks. I cried like a baby as I wheeled myself out of that room and on the road to recovery.
Sometime after that incident, I was in major pain and called my priest for discussion and advice. When I was able, I attended church on Sundays in my wheelchair, and later with crutches, and eventually with a walking cane. Our church had a young priest from Rome in residence and we became friends. Monsignor Coleman was very encouraging and we prayed together for what I thought would be a miracle from God. My slogan back then was PUSH it: Pray Until Something Happens. To me, I felt like I was a race car on an auto repair shop lift completely out of service. I was miserable and not very pleasant to be around.
On the day I called Monsignor Coleman, he was unable to talk because he broke his leg skiing according to Debi, his secretary. Debi offered to me, an unknown person to her, warmth and caring that felt genuine and from her heart. Right away I liked Debi, so I began my typical ranting and listing of all my troubles. That I was in a car accident, had 8 surgeries, and rehab, and the day to day pain. I was losing faith and I needed help.
Then, another remarkable thing occurred as Debi began to share with me her own feeling of despair. How she also talked with Monsignor Coleman at great length about her problems and how wonderful it was to have someone to talk with when she was down. This wonderful woman described to me her personal loss and heart aches. She shared with me her most grievous loss, the loss of her children. A few months prior her twenty something children, Billy and Ashley, were killed on the Garden State Parkway by a drunk driver. Yikes!
There I was sitting in my bed being consoled by a lady in the deepest pain of all after suffering the loss of her children. It completely blew my mind and I felt ashamed of myself. Again, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and chills ran through my body. I quickly shifted my focus to her pain and I consoled her as best as I could. I thanked her for helping me see more clearly and we shared a good cry. I never met Debi but she will be in my heart for the rest of my life.
That conversation shifted the paradigm off my pain and problems for good. I began to emerge from my total feelings of despair and self-pity. I needed to live for my kids and move forward no matter what the cost. I continue to use the memory of the kid on the gurney and the phone call with Debi whenever I feel down to snap me out of my funk. I struggle on a day to day basis to live with the limitations caused by my pain and nerve damage. I try to find peace and satisfaction in the aspects of life I took for granted. I remember those people every day and am thankful to them for sharing their issues with me and making me a better man.
Since 1998, my life had been consumed by nurses, doctors, hospitals, surgeries, rehabilitation therapy, wheel chairs, crutches, walking canes, medications and pain. Life became a complete break with any resemblance to my past lifestyle. The days of commuting to work into Manhattan, weekend golf and softball, coaching football or any physical activities were gone, forever! I did not adjust well and drove people away. The process of writing saved my life. I began to articulate and focus my mind on aspects of my life which I needed to remember.
This focus and the writing process produced Saints and Amazon Hole (both screenplays), some spec scripts for TV shows, and this cook book. My intent was not to achieve commercial success, but rather to provide me with physical activity which I could do post-accident. Writing provides the outlet I need to reflect on the past and recognize, like George Baily did in the movie It’s a Wonderful Life, that I really am lucky! Writing more importantly provides me something to look forward to doing each day that I enjoy.
My boys are grown and happily married. Derek is living in Arizona with his beautiful wife Evelina and their baby Sofia and supports his family by working in a hospital radiology department. They are considering a move to Colorado and probably will be there when this book is finally published. James lives in New Jersey and is married to a beautiful woman, Nicole, and they have two children: Adrianna and Autumn Rose. Jamo works in the Insurance industry and Nicole just interrupted her successful career to focus on the kids for the next few important developmental years.
I am fortunate to talk on a daily basis with my boys, and we usually Skype on weekends to see the grandkids and maintain our close relationship. Without question they are the center of my joy and life! I am very lucky to have my family to enjoy. Life is better!
The Backstory
Cooking is the process of preparing food by applying heat—props to Google for the definition. In my world it is the center of the family. From my early childhood I have memories of our family gathered in the kitchen. It must have been those incredible smells that drew the crowds. Grandmothers, aunts, a few uncles, cousins, friends, and my mom all knew how to get attention—feed the family!
I absorbed that tradition and continued it along, and I enjoy my time in the kitchen with my friends and family. My boys, Derek and James, and their families encouraged me to write this cook book and I’m glad they did. As with most families, recipes are scattered among the best cooks in the family. If you are lucky, you may find a written recipe here and there, but often they only exist in the mind of the cook. Now, this labor of love has collected culinary treasures and listed some of our most popular dishes in one easy to understand and use cook book.
The title, The Diary of a Mad Chef, is the name I chose for this book. If you ever saw me cook, the cover art accurately portrays my messy style! The book includes favorite recipes, family and friend photos, and short stories about the people who make the food important. As you will read within the pages of the short stories, I have enjoyed a colorful life. This book provided me a platform to gather my favorite dishes and tell stories about the people most close to me during my life, an opportunity to deconstruct my life and reveal some of my life experiences, warts and all.
I recently read that Vince Lombardi, the most famous football coach in the world, actually read recipes for relaxation. Imagine that! One of the most macho men from New York enjoyed reading and thinking about food. Well, if one of our greatest leaders enjoyed reading about food, then who are we to question? I never met the man, but I was coached in High School in New Jersey by a man that was his evil twin, gap in the front teeth and all. Actually, I had a great experience and am now wondering if my coach reads recipes.
This cook book project was suggested to me last year by my son Derek during a heated game of Spades. Derek sold the idea to me by pointing out the obvious. He said, Pop you love to write as well as cook and this project gives you the chance to combine both.
I accepted Derek’s suggestion, and writing this book has become a true labor of love. It has been a challenge to gather and record our family’s culinary and oral history. Hopefully you will enjoy reading the stories and eating the wonderful meals as much as I have enjoyed writing this book.
What began as a simple collection of recipes has morphed into a 3-part book. This cook book is actually three projects wrapped up into one. First, the collection of recipes took an incredible amount of digging and detective work to collect from friends and family. Second, this cook book is also a family photo album. With the help of my friends and family I was able to obtain some our most treasured photographs. Third and lastly, the short stories or memoirs that describe some of my life’s experiences and observations often associated with the photo or recipes. This cook book has been a wonderful experience for me and something I hope everyone will enjoy.
This cook book includes food, photos and stories for everyone. Old and young will find a favorite breakfast, lunch, dinner, outstanding side dishes and special drinks within these covers. Perhaps some of the photos, stories or recipes may be yours! I promise each recipe will be simple to prepare and made with readily available ingredients. You can read through this book and hopefully enjoy the short stories as you prepare the dishes.
If you can find the time I recommend gathering your own family culinary treasures and writing your own family cook book. It’s easier than you think and more rewarding than you can imagine. Hopefully as you prepare these recipes, your family will become overwhelmed by the smells emanating from your kitchen and ask, Hey, what are you cooking? That smells great!
So, from my family to you and yours, enjoy!
Image32763.JPGDan with his boys, James and Derek, and a friend’s daughter, Ronnie Cole, at her new house in New Jersey, circa 1987
Dedications and Thanks
My sincere thanks to my family and friends for assisting me in the gathering of the photos and recipes for this family cook book project. Also, for jogging my memory during the writing of the short stories and keeping the stories as accurate as possible. I have never been accused of letting facts get in the way of a good story, so thanks for keeping me on track.
All my love and thanks for your assistance with this project:
To our next generation to carry on our hope for a bright future:
Adrianna the Bundle
DellaVecchia
Sofia the Chewister
DellaVecchia
Autumn Rose Rosie
DellaVecchia
Giovanni Gio
DellaVecchia
And with my special thanks to my editor and friend Katrina Barrios for possessing the ability to literally read my mind!
The following lyrics convey my feelings of love to my Boys, friends, and family!
ALL MY TOMORROWS
Today I may not have a thing at all
Except for just a dream or two
But I’ve got lots of plans for tomorrow
And all my tomorrows belong to you
Lyrics by: Cahn/Van Heusen and my favorite
Frank Sinatra song
Chapter One
My Family and Friends
Image32769.JPGBrother Tom, Dan, and Brother Steve on Easter Sunday in Kearny, NJ; circa 1967
Image32775.JPGKim and George Billingham; circa 1980
1. An Ode To Kim and George
In the fall of 1977 my parents moved into a large house in the wealthy section of Kearny, NJ. At the time I was restless and unfocused. I worked at Port Elizabeth as a day laborer with my Cousin Linda’s boyfriend. The job paid at the end of the day $50.00 cash money, good money back then. At night I bartended at the local pub, the same pub I shined shoes at when I was a kid, more cash money. The off the books
jobs allowed me to collect unemployment for one year from my work down the Jersey Shore during the summer season. The sum total of all three incomes provided me $600.00 per week. That is if the tips were good that week at the pub!
My parents recently sold our two multi-family homes on Highland Avenue in Kearny and we moved into the upscale section of town known as The Manor. The new house was enormous and I had my own living space on the top floor including a private bathroom and walk-in cedar closet. A far cry from our earlier days of sharing a bedroom with my two brothers!
One Saturday I decided to take a walk around the block and check out the new neighborhood. I noticed a beautiful little blonde-haired girl playing on her lawn near a big corner lot colonial house. I stopped and started chatting with the youngster and her mom appeared in the doorway. That was Kim Billingham, a beautiful women a couple of years my senior with long blonde hair, longer legs and a bright smile. I explained to Kim that I was new to the area and she invited me in for a beer.
Kim was an extremely intelligent and crafty, beautiful blonde with a real common sense. Kim had a difficult childhood and never let her past interfere with her happiness. Kim was the prototypical hippy mom
of the day and we quickly became family. We sat in her kitchen talking and discovering the common people we knew in Kearny and our likes in music. Music was always playing at their house and music was a major influence in my life since 1968.
Then, into the room steps her husband George bearing a bag of food and more beer. George looked a lot like the late comedian George Carlin, and as I quickly found out, was as good a storyteller. The three of us bonded over a few bears and great music, and a strong friendship was born. I found myself taking frequent walks around the block to hang out with Kim and George. Their daughter Krislyn was a treat to be around.
George was an extreme guy, and didn’t aspire to the typical goals of most people. He was not consumed with the concept of making money. George loved music and that became our primary connection. As far back as I could recall, music and lyrics helped me through some dark days and provided enlightenment. I hear music in my head all day long! It’s like having a built in IPod. We shared a love of music and George began to teach me about the production process.
George opened the world of music from an insider’s perspective. I met amazing people through George. Talented musicians and artists were always around. They respected George’s ability to produce their Gig’s and his overall music knowledge. George was one of the most intelligent and talented people I have ever known. Unfortunately, like many artists, he shared their common lifestyle flaws and that always caused conflict and drama. George was the older brother I always wanted and I loved him.
Soon after we met, George had an upcoming gig at a local nightclub with a local band. He asked me to assist him with the sound engineering for the gig and I jumped at the chance. We began to get the equipment together: A huge Kelsey mixing board, enormous speakers, microphones, and what seemed like miles of cables. I had become a roadie!
George taught me the nuances of music in terms of its production. Each cable connected to a microphone or instrument and then connected to the mixing board. Then cables from the mixer connected to speakers and sound was born! Each lever, knob adjusted the individual sound, and it was up to