Chef Bennieman

It has come to my attention that my own fate has potentially had something to do with me developing this cooking project. Well, sort of. I seems my father got wind of what I was doing, and sent me a short line of encouragement as well as a small token that he said he would like to offer for a “historical perspective”. My jaw gaped open upon opening the pic to find myself staring at a child version of me cooking. About 5 years old I reckon. In the kitchen in the house on Hawthorne Road. Cracking eggs that I had collected from the chicken coop in our back yard. They were probably still warm. Yes, a chicken coop. My parents were not your typical Heights parents, and had a streak of back to the land in them. It seems I therefore was destined for these things for some time.

Oh, and one other thing. I’ve been asked to reveal for the world to know that my father, contrary to popular belief, did in fact have a great to deal to offer my culinary education. At a very young age he taught me how to make Kraft Macaroni & Cheese and (frozen) Broccoli “Barbarian Style” as my mother used to call it. In other words all just mixed up in the pot and together like pig slop. Often eaten out of the pot I might add, if she wasn’t looking. Good stuff. Wish I had some now…