Vanishing Act

Its been a couple weeks since I last posted...not because I don't have anything to say, I just haven't been in the correct frame of mind to actually post something worth reading.  For me, posting to this site is as much an act of self-talk as it is the process of posting an occasional recipe.  You see, each and every recipe I post to this site conjures up certain feelings and memories that, for whatever reason, I have associated with the dish. 

Whenever I think of smoked meats, I not only reminisce about my stint as Sous Chef at the Norwich Inn (due to the giant smoker we had in the back) but I also am reminded of my life while living in Vermont.  The trials and tribulations of trying to make a career for myself along with having a wife in law school and two small children are forever embedded in my food memory of smoked brisket and house made sausages.  Its just how my brain is wired. 

The other possible reason for my lack of posting is that I have become relatively obsessed with researching my familial roots.  So much that I am often up way past midnight pouring through online records of family past, totally forsaking my need for general sleep.  Much like my waxing and waning obsessions with certain types of food, this genealogy thing has gotten a bit out of hand!

Nevertheless, I am on the back swing to food and it feels good.  A short diversion is all it took to get me back to the nature at hand.

Just in case you were wondering, I was able to make some connection, albeit rather vague, between my recent genealogy research and my cooking...with this picture of my late grandmother, Helen.  Maybe my two mini-obsessions will combine, perfect storm style, to form one
mega-obsession....foodealogy?

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