Mr. Creosote
One day I’ll be dead, kids. Probably murdered. Maybe even by you. But I am your father and I still want you to eat, even in your little patricide’s hovel of shame and regret. That is why I am going to gradually add some of the recipes that have delighted you over the years. Each of these recipes has a story. Most of them were taught to me by someone else and I modified them to my taste, budget, spiritual path, and artistic vision.


Chicken Celerito

This was the first dish that someone else made for me that made me think that food could be an instrument of love. I have changed the original name. Please pronounce “Celerito” with a hard C so that it emphasizes not only the celery but the quickness with which you will feel loved.

lentil soup

Maggie: A Girl of the Streets Lentil Soup

A man said to the Internet “Lentils: Soak them?” “Whatever,” said the Internet, “Soak them if you want, but remember It’s not necessary.” Ingredients 2 cups lentils, humiliated 8 cups water, coaxed from the Earth 1/4 cup olive oil, with Don Ciccio’s blessing 1/2 Spanish onion, extra lachrymose chopped carrots chopped celery a few Italian …


UU Ain’t No Challaback Bread

Marty’s UU Ain’t No Challaback Bread I arrived at this recipe like a dirty secret. This makes two delicious, vaguely-gooey loaves of challah that are not to be braided. You can try to braid them, but you will be thwarted.

chicken soup

Warehouse Store Chicken Soup

To my knowledge Annie Michaels, the sweet and ancient Jewish lady who lived across the street from us when I was a tot, never made chicken soup for us. But my mother always fondly referred to chicken soup as “Jewish penicillin.” We were Catholic and I got the impression that the kindness of Annie Michaels …

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