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jai
June 18, 2018
He visited & explored parts that were very interesting, to say the least, sharing culture & tradition. I admired how he interacted with people, as if he'd known them for years. He was not a stranger. Great lesson in respect for food, people, & compassion. A great loss...
Carolyn G.
June 14, 2018
This is something I wrote on my Instagram, which is a diary of my vegan home cooking. As a server in a New York City chophouse and a vegan in my personal life, I have a unique perspective on Bourdain. I understand the monumental impact he had on our community, but I see his mental illness from the perspective of someone who alleviated her suicidal depression with the help of a plant based diet.
Here is what I wrote:
I’ve had a pot of gravy on the stove for nearly the duration of this heavy, disorienting week. It’s a deep muddy brown, velvet in texture and tinted red from wine. It’s base is trash, of course- a tea made from onion scraps, garlic skin, mushroom stems. The roux I make to thicken it consists of my cultured dill & cannabis butter and a gluten free flour blend made from rice and roots. Over the course of several days I’ve introduced reishi mushrooms, fresh tarragon and rosemary, bean stock, red wine, more butter, applewood smoked salt. The end result of all this - is just a pot of gravy. One component of a dish.
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Yesterday I watched the last episode of the last season of Parts Unknown: Rome. I see Tony digging into the anger, the brawny passion and violence of the Roman palate, and by extension, the white male psyche. I see him identify a cycle of beauty and decay, and then sit back and bask in it. I know he must have understood the intricate ways in which we truly are what we eat, and I’m reminded that we are all dancing just as close to the edge.
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The gravy I made added a bit of flavor to some caramelized onions, which I stirred into quinoa/corn spaghetti, topped with marinated artichoke hearts, garlic scapes, and soy-based parmesan. The skin from the onions I ate will be the base of next week’s gravy: this is the cycle I choose to engage in.
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I am so grateful to Anthony Bourdain for showing us the world. For putting himself in places I never could, so that I can watch from my couch while my gravy simmers. His ability to hold space for people as they truly are is unparalleled, his style marked by a radical acknowledgement of all the light and all the darkness in our world. My heart is shattered, however, because in order to show us the sad, broken parts of the world, it seems he had to sacrifice himself to them.
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All my love to all the incredible chefs, line cooks, prep cooks, food runners, bussers, servers, bartenders, managers, sommeliers, hosts, vendors, and food makers I have known since I joined this circus. Thank you for having me.
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Here is what I wrote:
I’ve had a pot of gravy on the stove for nearly the duration of this heavy, disorienting week. It’s a deep muddy brown, velvet in texture and tinted red from wine. It’s base is trash, of course- a tea made from onion scraps, garlic skin, mushroom stems. The roux I make to thicken it consists of my cultured dill & cannabis butter and a gluten free flour blend made from rice and roots. Over the course of several days I’ve introduced reishi mushrooms, fresh tarragon and rosemary, bean stock, red wine, more butter, applewood smoked salt. The end result of all this - is just a pot of gravy. One component of a dish.
——————
Yesterday I watched the last episode of the last season of Parts Unknown: Rome. I see Tony digging into the anger, the brawny passion and violence of the Roman palate, and by extension, the white male psyche. I see him identify a cycle of beauty and decay, and then sit back and bask in it. I know he must have understood the intricate ways in which we truly are what we eat, and I’m reminded that we are all dancing just as close to the edge.
——————-
The gravy I made added a bit of flavor to some caramelized onions, which I stirred into quinoa/corn spaghetti, topped with marinated artichoke hearts, garlic scapes, and soy-based parmesan. The skin from the onions I ate will be the base of next week’s gravy: this is the cycle I choose to engage in.
——————
I am so grateful to Anthony Bourdain for showing us the world. For putting himself in places I never could, so that I can watch from my couch while my gravy simmers. His ability to hold space for people as they truly are is unparalleled, his style marked by a radical acknowledgement of all the light and all the darkness in our world. My heart is shattered, however, because in order to show us the sad, broken parts of the world, it seems he had to sacrifice himself to them.
——————
All my love to all the incredible chefs, line cooks, prep cooks, food runners, bussers, servers, bartenders, managers, sommeliers, hosts, vendors, and food makers I have known since I joined this circus. Thank you for having me.
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Phildup
June 13, 2018
I first read Kitchen Confidential shortly after it was published and have been a fan of Bourdain ever since. (I do not call myself a fan of anyone easily.) He described a world I had some familiarity with having spent a number of years working in the dining room and kitchen of a restaurant in a gay bar in Washington DC, not to mention that my first job was washing dishes in the kitchen of a small hotel in Vermont and my second was waiting table at a grand old resort on the coast of New Hampshire. I knew the people he wrote about, I could identify with them. He hooked me.
When my partner and I went to New York for the first of many long weekends (2002 I think), visiting Ground Zero and dinner at Les Halles were the only two “musts” on our schedule. We went to the branch in the financial district that evening and the meal was Steak Frites.
I always enjoyed his appearances on tv and devoured the Les Halles cookbook like it was a novel…a really good one. It’s one of a handful of cookbooks I have read every word of, repeatedly.
All of his tv shows melded into one and I remember many of them…the escape from Beirut, the drunken nights in Russia, The tricks he pulled on Rippert, his seeming love affair with the people of Cuba, his unabashed connection with Japan.
I am truly surprised by my reaction to his death…
I have come into contact with many famous people during the years I spent in the hospitality industry. It was important to be discreet and allow them their privacy. I expect that if I had met him in a professional capacity I would have treated him the same.
But I have shed tears over his passing like he was a member of my family, and a close one at that.
He lifted the fog of ignorance, intolerance, xenophobia and stupidity. That fog is heavier now.
When my partner and I went to New York for the first of many long weekends (2002 I think), visiting Ground Zero and dinner at Les Halles were the only two “musts” on our schedule. We went to the branch in the financial district that evening and the meal was Steak Frites.
I always enjoyed his appearances on tv and devoured the Les Halles cookbook like it was a novel…a really good one. It’s one of a handful of cookbooks I have read every word of, repeatedly.
All of his tv shows melded into one and I remember many of them…the escape from Beirut, the drunken nights in Russia, The tricks he pulled on Rippert, his seeming love affair with the people of Cuba, his unabashed connection with Japan.
I am truly surprised by my reaction to his death…
I have come into contact with many famous people during the years I spent in the hospitality industry. It was important to be discreet and allow them their privacy. I expect that if I had met him in a professional capacity I would have treated him the same.
But I have shed tears over his passing like he was a member of my family, and a close one at that.
He lifted the fog of ignorance, intolerance, xenophobia and stupidity. That fog is heavier now.
Zozo
June 12, 2018
"I never personally knew him, but it still feels like I've lost a friend."
This.
I never really watched much food tv until No Reservations came along and showed that curiosity and bravery (in many senses of the word) is just captivating as food itself.
It's also another reminder to myself to tell people who I admire how much they mean. I did this a while ago when I lost a friend and personal hero, and I was so surprised by some of the responses.
This.
I never really watched much food tv until No Reservations came along and showed that curiosity and bravery (in many senses of the word) is just captivating as food itself.
It's also another reminder to myself to tell people who I admire how much they mean. I did this a while ago when I lost a friend and personal hero, and I was so surprised by some of the responses.
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