You say potato, I say potato

And just like that, the blog is off and running and then stopped at a standstill.

Earlier this weekend I left the sunny and tepid temperatures of San Francisco for the unusual mood swing of a winter wonderland that is the North East. My dearly beloved grandfather passed away this weekend at the great old age of 91. He was lovable, funny, handsome and had an amazing memory for sports statistics. We will forgive the fact that he was a Boston Red Sox fan (!)

While never receiving formal training in food preparation, the bellows of my grandfather on holidays still rings loud in my memory, "IIIIIIIIII've peeled hundreds of thousands of potatoes for thousands of men and I swear IIIIIIII'll never do it again!" Of course what would a meat and potatoes man be without the potatoes? His reference was in regards to his cooking duties during his years in the Army. He was a proud, proud man of his service to our country, but never did he peel another potato again. Potatoes, however did play many a role in the feeding of active duty, POW's, and supporters back home. The were *the* staple of WWII.

So on that note, this weeks blogspotting will be more along the lines of foodspotting around the Tri-State area. Some of the warmest moments of mourning with friends and family happen around the table deep with dinners and wines, and coffees and cakes. So raise your glass, and love the one you're with. Cheers!