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Bistro By Jenn

Tonight I decided to try an event put on by the social committee of my apartment leasing company – a cooking class. I’ll often pick up something useful that I didn’t know or haven’t tried when I go to one and I also figured I might meet some of my neighbors. Despite that I went in with low expectations. I half thought I’d see a handful of strangers standing around the club room’s range top island while a volunteer threw together his or her favorite dish. It wasn’t like that.

The room was pretty well full of residents who for the most part appeared to know at least a few others there. Our social committee folks were very welcoming and our instructor for the evening was no hobbyist. She was Jenn Sohonie, an executive chef with Cordon Bleu training and plenty of experience. She prepared a quinoa dish, some mushroom quesadillas and a nice curry – all very good and healthy. What’s more, I really liked her style with the group.

Even when they try not to, lots of foodies talk over their audience by using culinary terminology and making assumptions which leave amateurs impressed but intimidated. Jenn did neither, and instead made an effective and cheerful presentation that was very accessible. Although I thought I could sense just a little nervousness on her part, I suspect that I might have been the only person to notice. I’m a frequent public speaker myself and can spot those details more easily than most. Jenn projected very well overall. I only wish I had taken a picture for this post. The lighting down there was great and what she has posted on her website does not do justice to her magnetic smile.

Something I found intriguing was her accent. I love accents. I collect them. All throughout the preparation I was guessing. Minnesota? Wisconsin? Ohio? Indiana? Western Pennsylvania? Just when I thought I had it down she’d throw a curve ball that sounded plainly like California. I asked her as soon as manners would allow when the preparation was complete. How about Geneva, Switzerland? I was very surprised, but she says she gets “Ohio” a lot. Go figure.

Jenn lives with her husband right here in Uptown and stays pretty busy. In addition to teaching people like us, she teaches other chefs, maintains a gourmet meal service at Bistro by Jenn and caters and cooks for private events. I suspect she will always be in demand.

Gluttony

Last week I posted on starting a Sunday School class on the Seven Deadly Sins. Our topic then was Lust, this week it was Gluttony. There was much discussion of how only 9% of Americans would describe themselves as gluttons though fully a third of us are deemed overweight. With the sedentary lives we lead in today’s age of knowledge work I suspect that it’s quite a bit easier to be overweight without being a glutton than it once was. But that wouldn’t explain the 35,000 calorie per day eating habits in TLC’s show on the Brookhaven Obesity Clinic would it?

Gluttony has many angles of course. Food is one, drink is another, and excesses of other things by quantity, delicacy or expense were also discussed. Reflecting on last week’s topic one of our class members asked the excellent question of whether hunger was to gluttony as sexual desire is to lust. I think that’s probably right. Eating and sex are both good and good for you in the right contexts and quantities. Outside of those, no.

Our class instructor asked at the outset what we thought of when we thought of gluttony. For me the thing that came to mind immediately was “Rome”. What better portrait of consumption to excess was there than the Roman norm of eating and drinking to the point of vomiting and then starting all over again? Also, since one of the ideas behind the Seven Deadly Sins is that they lead to other sins, the Roman orgy seems to me that it defines gluttony. I suspect that it did so for the Jews and early Christians also, considering their less-than-friendly relationship with the culture and power of Rome.

Since lust, gluttony and greed are not so much acts themselves as they are descriptive of the degree or manner of other behaviors, there followed some discourse on what constituted pleasurable and healthy consumption versus sinful and self destructive behavior. For me the answer is most easily given in hindsight. With an honest heart assess yourself the following day and ask if you are better off now or worse. Do you have a hangover? Is your digestion wrecked? Do you have to consult other people to know what your actions were? Did you damage any relationships last night or treat anybody badly after you started drinking? If so, I’d say that there was some gluttony in there somewhere. Do that enough and you will surely diminish your life – eventually you’ll run out of people that think you are any fun!

For me, one thing is certain. Merely eating, drinking and being merry is not sinful or gluttonous in any way. In fact, the very phrase comes from a positive statement in Ecclesiastes 8:15, and it just might be my favorite verse in the whole bible:

“So I commended mirth, that a man hath no better thing under the sun, than to eat, and to drink, and to be merry, and that this should accompany him in his labor all the days of his life which God hath given him under the sun.”

To me that is pretty clear – the joy of food, drink and merriment is hard to beat, but if you are indulging so much that you can’t labor you’ve obviously got a problem. I think the same thing is clearly true if you’re merriment comes at the cost of hurt to yourself or to someone else.

But when it doesn’t? When a genuine good time is had by all, what happens then? Well that’s some of the best stuff life has to offer, and I think that it can do much to not only make life pleasurable, but to even make a better person. I know it’s made a difference for me. For the past two years when we’ve had our holiday parties at work, I’ve had my fill of wine and laughs with co-workers, some of whom I’d had my doubts about or conflicts with. In those moments I’ve quite literally felt the wall in my heart come down toward them, to my certain benefit and betterment.

Rice

In old Roswell there is a well-run Thai restaurant called Rice that always seems like a winner. I went there last night on a date and they didn’t disappoint. Their curries are quite good and can be ordered at varying levels of heat for those who want to take it up – or down – a notch. Their soups and appetizers are also excellent and they have a coconut flavored rice pudding and ice cream dessert that is always good and sometimes awesome. (Last night’s was good but not awesome.) The atmosphere there is nice too. Local art on the walls, clean, basic furnishings and nice staff. The Thai couple that runs the place are at least as pleasant as most Thai people tend to be in my experience. I highly recommend Rice if you like Thai food and are in the mood for it when you are in the Roswell area. They have other locations but I’ve never tried them and can’t speak for them.

As for the dating aspect of the evening, out of respect for her privacy I won’t comment other than to say it was very enjoyable, I’m glad we met, and I suspect we’ll see each other again.

Wild About Harry’s

A couple of doors down from the Apple Store at Knox Street & McKinney is a place that falls somewhere between being a small restaurant and an overgrown hot dog stand. It’s called Wild About Harry’s. I’ve had occasion to stop at the Apple Store a half dozen times since then, buying my MacBook and some accessories. Until today, I had noticed Harry’s but passed it by.

I don’t dislike hot dogs, but they are not a favorite of mine. Given a choice standing at the grill I’d pick a hamburger every time, but given no choice I’d gladly take the hot dog. Today, however, I was on my way to the Apple Store and very hungry at the same time. I remembered Harry’s and decided I’d make it a lunch.

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Despite the fact that it was 2:00 in the afternoon when I walked up, the line reached out the front door. Harry’s is obviously a popular place. The large majority of the menu is hot dogs in some form or other and today I decided I would have a “Junkyard Dog”, which was loaded up with mustard, onion, chili, cheese and jalapeƱos. It was also served on a hot dog bun with poppy seeds, something I’ve never seen before. I got the last table in the place, barely two feet square with no stool. Somebody had taken the lonely table’s stool elsewhere I guess.

I liked it. The hot dog, the place and Harry Conley’s personality. He was milling around his restaurant the whole time I was there, greeting old friends, strangers and me with the same warmth and enthusiasm. Harry reminded me immediately of the only other person I’ve ever known to be that happy serving people food, a guy named Tommy Klemmis at Junior’s on the Georgia Tech campus in Atlanta. Without even having to address you directly Tommy always made you feel like he was glad that you had come to his restaurant. Harry and Tommy are clearly the same sort. If everybody liked their job as much as they like theirs world peace would be a given.

Anyway, I’ll be going back to Harry’s. I have a good excuse too. I think his frozen custard has a lot to do with why people like to go, and I didn’t try any today. I must make amends.

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Hoppin’ John

Although I lived in Atlanta for the past 20 years, I grew up in the South Carolina lowcountry north of Charleston in a little place called Pawley’s Island. On New Year’s day the people in that part of the world make a dish for supper called Hoppin’ John. I left that tradition behind when I went off to college, but in recent years I’ve taken it up again.

Hoppin’ John is a simple dish consisting mostly of some sort of field peas (we preferred cow peas at Pawley’s) and rice. Like most dishes, there are variations. There were a couple of things we didn’t vary, however. First, we always served it with collard greens. Second, other than the salt pork traditionally uses to prepare the meal, we never served any meat with it.

Hoppin’ John originated as a dish for poor people, which explains the lack of meat. Lowcountry people weren’t wealthy, but they weren’t without a sense of optimism either. They said that the dish brought prosperity when you ate it on New Year’s day. They said that the collards symbolized greenbacks and the coppery colored cow peas symbolized pennies.

I might have been the only person in all of Uptown Dallas to buy salt pork at the Albertson’s yesterday, and it’s a long way from here to the lowcountry. No mind. I’ve already got a good feeling about 2008.