Let’s start this blog again. Nick, my one year old, is giving me ten minute to ninety minute naps and what the heck, it is time to talk turkey. I roasted two of them last Thanksgiving and they both came out . . . edible. Isn’t that the barometer of cooking. It is like flying . . . any flight you can walk away from is successful and any meal you can keep in your stomach . . . the same.

This is the year of family, friends, and food . . . to hell with the elections and dragons and women in skinny jeans that make their asses look anything butt! Oh and Dance Central 2, my ten year old cannot get enough. When he comes in on a Sunday morning before seven and asks if he can go “work out” with the Xbox, yeah it is the year of the Rodeo, the Zombie, and the Club Can’t Handle what he’ll be steppin’.

My wife and I gave as Christmas presents the following: An invitation to Jim’s Kitchen at Cafe 7000. We gave out one of a kind aprons to about twenty people so I guess they are twenty of a kind, and bottle of wine and oregano – seems like oregano is going in all my cooking these days—but the best thing is we have invited friends and family to pick a meal and come over for calories and conviviality.

So not only am I working with Weight Watchers’ recipes a few times a week, since Christine is on the program, and I am in a Gourmet group that meets about once every four months to try things beautiful and bizarre, but I am cooking for others every few weekends and giving is what it is all about, whether it be home cooked meals, one of twenty of a kind of aprons, new under ten dollar Trader Joe’s wines, unsolicited advice, botulism . . .

Hopefully this blog will show what a forty-three year old nestcock can cook while hangin’ with a one year old, a ten year old, and a twenty-nine year old.