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June 1st, 2016
The family continues to mourn the loss of my mother in-law. There are a lot of things that I'm disappointed in myself for so far in life, and one of them is not having the courage to speak about how much she meant to me at her memorial service. She spent time helping me understand Indian culture, cooking, and made sure to always ask about my family. Prayer services and spreading of ashes in our nation's river brought many tears to everyone's eyes, including mine. Part of the ritual is not eating meat for 13 days, to make the path for her reincarnation quick to her new vessel.
June 8th, 2016
One of the hardest things to cope with is a loss of identity. You'd think at 41 years old I'd have a good understanding of who I was and why I was here, but when you put all of your energy and heart into something for so long, you tend to lose track of who you are, and for 15 years I was Richie from Urban Angler. And I was happy with that. I grew up and lived in the Bronx for over 30 years before moving to the Washington DC area and loved the company I worked for and was proud of a lot of the people and things that my company accomplished.
But suddenly, after 15 years, I wasn't Richie from Urban Angler anymore. I couldn't say I was on the verge of a midlife crisis but I suddenly had no personal identity anymore, and the feeling of having your self worth disappear is borderline depressing and I definitely didn't know where to turn next or how to even feel about myself at this point. It was truly one of the lowest points of my life, and coupled with the current rash of events to besiege my life, I was definitely in the dumps.
It's remarkable what your state of mind and body does to itself when a state of depression takes over your thoughts. The desire to leave the house disappears, things you enjoy are no longer worth doing, and there's no guidance or direction in your life, with no shining light at the end of the tunnel. I won't go so far to say I was actually depressed, but I didn't know how else to describe the emotions and feelings of worthlessness. I hadn't felt this way since my younger brother passed away in 2001 a month after 9/11. I had no career, no idea what to do in the future, and it was difficult to imagine things getting better.
But they would...
June 12th, 2016
I thought it would be a good idea to try and do something that I enjoy doing as a real trade. I considered culinary school but didn't put too much thought into it and just decided to just cook. And for the next 2 months I ate well. If you don't like food posts, turn away. Redchasher, here's where you start paying attention again.
I started to cook more Indian cuisine. Comfort food for my fiancee, hoping to help her cope with the loss.
Started cooking more French cuisine.
And some Asian fusion
And more cuisine from the motherland
Don't forget dessert
June 19th, 2016
Got a last minute invite to go chase musky. Took out the big stuff to rig for Velociraptors. We had a few chase, but none came to the boat. Was good to get down to central VA and see the fishery, even if the water was low and it was starting to get too warm.
June 25th 2016
There's something to be said about working the Earth with your hands. Being in the middle of the country's capital, we don't have much soil to till, so we have an organic container garden in the back with most of the herbs we use in our cooking, plus a miniature peach tree and pepper and tomato plants. Sometimes just taking the time to get your hands dirty doing an honest job takes much needed pressure off your expectations and you get to enjoy the moment.
More cooking. Started to consider maybe culinary arts wasn't a bad idea. Maybe I'll open a food truck in the area... figuring out what kind of cuisine would work and is original could be difficult, but I'm sure I could do this. In the meantime, more cooking, and more eating. At this point the numbers on the scale are steadily climbing.
July 7th, 2016
Some random ass DC alley crab for your enjoyment
July 8th, 2016
Cooking is actually starting to be fun.
July 17th, 2016
Never underestimate the power of morning coffee the old school way with a solid Italian breakfast.
July 19th, 2016
I've been crushing breakfast.
You make beautiful food, and that's not something I ever say lightly. I'm really anxious to see where this leads.
"Put in the effort and good things happen"... Hogleg
"Salinity is proportional to sanity for sure" ..The Volfish
Redchaser.com, all about Louisiana Fly Fishing
So this fat prick keeps coming into my backyard and stealing my tomatoes and peaches, and keeps going thru my shit. Discharging of a firearm in DC is prohibited.
July 24th, 2016
More food for Redchaser.
Don't get the flu with shitty health insurance. You wind up drinking whatever you can to make life less shitty.
August 1st, 2016
So I've been working in a restaurant here in DC on an internship to see if this is really what I want to do. I'm busting my ass doing prep during the day and working the line doing the late night menu. It's stressful, and for someone who's never worked in a commercial kitchen before, it's hard work and I'm learning a lot. I'm also learning how much I don't love this industry, especially when I get home at 1am smelling like a kitchen sewer for the experience. One thing I've learned is the shortcuts restaurants have to take to get your food out ASAP, and I've also decided I won't be eating at this place ever again. That means a lot less burger eating. Sorry stillsteamin.
I needed some time off so I took a day to go fishing all day with a friend who recently lost his brother in-law to suicide. We bonded over our experiences, and caught a few fish to boot.
All of these plates came from one 20" striped bass, known locally as rockfish, and one snapper bluefish.
Chesapeake Bay fish 4 ways:
The last course I got to use the Kashmiri chili for a delicious red fish curry I decided I would take a look at tweaking recipes and costs and contemplated a food truck with an classic Italian sandwich called Tigelle. Imagine an English muffin of cultured sourdough mixed with shortening, cooked on an electric griddle, with lard and rosemary spread, stuffed with prosciutto and Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese.
August 7th, 2016
Got invited to a cookout. The downside is people are expecting me to show up with some bomb-ass shit when they're going to show up with lame-ass hot dogs and potato salad. So I told them I was bringing watermelon and blew their fucking minds.
You had my curiosity. Now you have my attention.
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