MitchW

As I'm sure Sneakeater would agree, he was the last surviving member of one of the most influential bands. (And if you'vve never seen The Last Waltz, do yourself a favor and check it out). At the age of 87. Rock on, Garth. NY Times' Obit

They’re tasty and not dry, which I guess covers most of the bases.

No eggs! (Though I suppose an egg wash might make them prettier). Ingredients ▢ 384 grams all-purpose flour ▢ 67 grams granulated sugar ▢ 1 tsp salt ▢ 2 1/2 tsp baking powder ▢ 1/2 tsp baking soda ▢ 171 grams unsalted butter frozen and grated (see post) ▢ 250 ml buttermilk https://theunlikelybaker.com/classic-buttermilk-scones/ I used kefir in lieu of buttermilk.

I promised Significant Eater some scones, but only if and after she ate some oatmeal. She did. Scones with currants. Served with butter, French raspberry jam, and a 2nd cup of coffee.

A baked egg isn't exactly a fried egg.

Fun! Mitch McMuffin: Fra' Mani ham, egg, cheddar on Thomas's English muffin.

January 20th?

That place was classic, and it only took us like an hour and 15 minutes to get there! I probably have some pix somewhere; I’ll try to locate them!

I was actually discussing this with his brother today. He moved in towards the end of January, 2024, and was really just settling in, cooking in his kitchen, unpacking, ordering shelves, furniture, etc. etc. Sadly, within 2-3 months, he found out he was sick. And that it wasn’t good. Thinking about how excited he was to move to Ridgewood, grab a pretty nice apartment, give us all shit about how Manhattan sucks and Ridgewood was the place to be, it’s all pretty fucking depressing. But thanks for all the good memories and thoughts you’re sharing.

Are you crazy? https://defector.com/residual-ham-material-usda-inspection-boars-head-plants

At 92. RIP, Chef. NY Times Obit

Only that he didn’t live long enough to unpack them?

Indeed…he had nice cocktail glasses.

Many are unopened.

He used to...he gifted a lot of that vinyl over the last few years.

Proving that plating is overrated: Especially at 7 AM. Balthazar pain de seigle avocado toast. Cara Cara orange. Apple. 24-month aged Comté from Formaggio Essex.

Ahhh, the Monday nights at PDT, with Don (who invented the Staggerac) and John behind the stick. I almost remember having a few with Barry.

Oh, that Beatles box set is going nowhere, especially not to a nowhere man!

I don't know that Barry would like it phrased like this; sounds too much like a Billy Joel song!

Lovely tribute. Fittingly, during the pandemic when Jess, Barry and I were doing all that cooking alone together, Barry broke one of his main dining rules, and that was taking pictures of food when dining out. We would both get pix of his finished dishes, set up at his dining table, along with his wine and accoutrements. It was simply another special thing!

The bar he really loved closed...Pegu. In general, I don't think he was much of a bar person per se, though he sure loved cocktails and dining at the bars in various restaurants. One of his faves was, and this may surprise some, Donohue's Steak House, on Lexington Avenue.

This morning, over breakfast, Significant Eater and I were laughing and crying over some of the awesome times we'd had with Barry...one that came up was our mutual (mine and B's) hatred dislike of Joe Bastianich. The 3 of us went to a newly opened seafood restaurant, helmed by April Bloomfield. Called, I believe, The John Dory Oyster Bar. There the 3 of us were, standing at a high top, while Joe was spread out on a table, looking at his laptop. God forbid that bastard got up to offer the 3 of us the table. After all, we were only customers. Man, was Barry pissed off!

RIP, Sneak. We had dinner within the last two months, at Torrisi. He’d been sick for probably the last eight to ten months, or at least found out he was sick within that time frame. He’d only entered hospice (or palliative care) in the last week or so, and I, along with two other friends, were set to visit him tomorrow morning. Not happening now. His memory will certainly be a blessing.

He was one of Bruce’s major influences in terms of leading a band. He’s talked about it often.

Of the legendary duo, Sam & Dave, at 89. RIP. Incomparable.