It's been a while since you've heard from me. Months to be exact. I'm really sorry about that. I can't say that it won't happen again, but I can say that I've been thinking about Big Man all this time and trying to figure out how to write more with everything else that is happening.
When you last left your fearless hero, he was a new father and studying for the NJ and NY bar exams. Months later, I'm still a new father but am now working in a law firm at the schedule and pace of a young attorney. I passed both exams, and tomorrow will be sworn in as an attorney in NJ. I still have to send in a bunch of paperwork before being admitted to NY.
Work is interesting. I like my firm and I like the sophistication of most of my cases. But it really doesn't leave me much time to write or to even to cook. Mrs. Big Man has really stepped up her game in the last few months, cooking most of the dinners on the weeknights.
I did have a massive culinary victory on my birthday when I invited 15 people over and made Indian food for everybody. This was one of my goals, to get some proficiency in Indian food. I bought a cookbook on the subject, pretty thorough in my opinion. I'll put up some amazon link at some point in the future to point you to how to buy this book if you are interesting. Some percentage of the proceeds will go towards justifying the time that I spend thinking and writing about food.
Anyway, while I've been thinking about how to keep Big Man going while also keeping my day job, I think the answer is just to re-adjust some of my expectations about what this blog is. It began as an experiment, and I made no promises. But, naturally, pretty quickly in fact, I worked toward improving the look and quality of the content, substantively and presentationally. I created some recipes, and reprinted a few old favorites, with the hope that maybe at some point in the future, they would be the makings of a cookbook or magazine article.
The truth of the matter, however, is that I'm not Orangette. She blogs and writes cookbooks with her blog and gets magazine gigs and takes prettty pictures of her husband's pizza shop. I blog and practice law and raise my son and go fishing and look for a house to buy and spend time with my wonderful wife. I'm a renaissance man, which means that I'm limited in the time that I can spend on this. So, going forward, rather than publishing recipes, I will likely stick with pictures and shorter posts. Brevity if a virtue, they say. And to the extent that I am up to that task, I'm going to give it a try.
So, I hope this means I'll be writing more. Maybe not.
Enjoy the pictures! But if anyone is offended by a pig roast, you might not want to scroll all the way down.
|Damn Good Fried Chicken for a Yankee (I cheated, I'm half-Texan).|
|In Texas, Basil is free.|
|So we eat it with tomaters.|
|Summer Sweet Salad|
|I don't totally remember what this is, but it looks delicious.|
|What is a summer fair without a prize winning rooster?|
|Lobster Roll in Portland, ME.|
|I picked blueberries in Bar Harbor. There were more than I could fit in a paper bag.|
|It's a salmon, stupid.|
|We drank well in Maine.|
|Best damn BBQ I've ever had. Even better with a hangover.|
|This is what I had for lunch.|
|Jersey does BBQ, too.|
|It gets hardcore at the Jersey Shore. Don't mess wit NJ.|