tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post7868463504203125860..comments2024-03-18T21:13:12.753-04:00Comments on Jacob Russell's Barking Dog: Poetry of FoodJacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-88392846853939641992010-07-02T09:06:24.069-04:002010-07-02T09:06:24.069-04:00Hey, can't be a good cook without learning to ...Hey, can't be a good cook without learning to clean up as you go. <br /><br />Takes two things to be a good creative improvisational cook: technique and synesthesia...being able to taste a certain combination just by thinking about it.<br /><br />I inherited the technique from my son. Synesthesia goes with being from a family of artists. <br /><br />Nothing more important for my mental healthJacob Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-80562087262541100302010-07-02T07:04:28.751-04:002010-07-02T07:04:28.751-04:00I'll be goddammed. I retract my long-held prej...I'll be goddammed. I retract my long-held prejudicial belief about the incompetency of Irishmen in the kitchenette (or in your case, Pullman's kitchen). You really do sound like you know your way around a simmering melange. And the fancy, almost French way you write, I imagine the clean-up would be almost as rewarding as the mess-making. I stand corrected (and by a Barking Dog, at that)! Frances Madesonhttp://www.booktour.com/author/frances_madesonnoreply@blogger.com