Love hard.

I was driving home last night and a new song by Meghan Trainor came on the radio called, “Like I’m Gonna Lose You.”  It’s a really sweet love song about not taking people that you love for granted because none of us knows what tomorrow will bring.  As I drove, listening to the lyrics, I couldn’t wait to get home to Nick and the safety of his arms.  John Legend also sings on the track, and it was the lyrics he sang that really touched my heart and made me want to take a hold of Nick and everyone else that I love most, wrap us all up in one big hug and never let go. 

“In the blink of an eye
Just a whisper of smoke
You could lose everything
The truth is you never know

So I’ll kiss you longer baby
Any chance that I get
I’ll make the most of the minutes
And love with no regrets

Let’s take our time to say what we want
Here’s what we got before it’s all gone
‘Cause no, we’re not promised tomorrow”

 When I got home I ran straight into the house, took Nick by the hand and held onto him for dear life as we danced and listened to the song together.  I squeezed him tight and made the most of those few minutes before we went about our evening, working on our book. 

Then this morning, I received a text from Nick that a former industry colleague of ours suddenly passed away.  He was just around 50 years old and had two small children about the same ages as my two step-children.  I felt my heart immediately sink with the weight of his wife, children, family and friends’ grief.  While I haven’t talked to this former colleague in a long time, I remember him fondly, especially because of how he spoke about his wife and children.  He loved them with his whole heart, and you only needed to ask about their well-being and you could not only hear his face light up through the phone, but you could feel it.   

We don’t know what the next second, next minute or next day will bring, so love hard in this moment and in every moment that you can.   I’ll always remember my colleague for the love he had for his family and I will do all that I can today and all the days ahead in the hopes that I will be remembered in the same way.  I will never regret taking an extra second or two in every moment possible to kiss Nick a little longer, hold my step-children a little tighter and do all that I can so my family and friends know they are loved.  My heart is big enough and my love is strong enough for anyone and everyone who chooses to be a part of it and I am grateful for each day that I get to share it.  

Rest in peace, Brett, and may your love stay in the hearts of your family forever.

My struggle with the “Fat”

My first summer living life on my terms has been awesome.   I work when and where I want, letting my freedom and the life happening around me inspire how Fat, Drunk & Fancy will impact the world.  Nick and I are writing our first book (to be released in early September!) and are allowing ourselves to move through the creative process with fluidity and without constipation.  There’s so much happening and I am loving every second.  So much so, that I put on a pair of shorts yesterday and thought, “huh, these are tight; they must have just been washed,” only to feel them continuing to cut into my skin several hours later.  And that’s when I knew I had been loving life in the only way I’ve ever known how – through food…and lots of it.   

Some of the aforementioned overindulgences…

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Yes, I am the creator and owner of a business called Fat, Drunk & Fancy.  Yes, I realize it has the word “Fat” in it.  Yes, I know people are expecting gluttony and debauchery, but here’s the thing…it’s not just about the food and the wine, although those things do play a part in the story.  Nick and I love food…I mean WE.LOVE.FOOD…and we seem to love it in excess.  BUT, as Nick and I have been screaming from the rooftops, it’s not just about the food, but about how you experience it with others and the conversations that are had when people are together around it.  We are creating a space where people can have conversations about the not so serious, good-hurt-in-your-sides-from-laughing fun stuff as well as the raw, ugly cry, hard stuff.  There is no topic that is off limits, but there is a demand for open mindedness, respect and love. 

And so it is under this guise of honesty that I share with you that I have always struggled with my weight.  I mean I literally can’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t overweight.  Not in the extra 5, 10 or 15 lbs (space) range, either.  In fact, in my experience an extra 10 lbs is simply the consequence of a holiday weekend.  No, I’m talking at least 25-30 lbs overweight for as far back in my life as I can remember.  I remember being really young and my Dad would make little comments/give me a look when I would put seconds on my plate; my beloved Grandfather, the man who can do no wrong, even once commented after I had lost some weight in my 20’s that “you were starting to look like a house!”  I don’t ever remember shopping in a juniors section of the clothing store, but instead going right to adult size.  My mom had me in the doctor’s office when I was 16 to go on a diet pill called Meridia, which was later taken off the market by the manufacturer following a study that linked it to an increased risk of heart attack and stroke.  Basically, if I didn’t realize for myself that I had a “weight problem,” my family would do it for me.  The conversation was never about weight being a part of an overall picture of health, but instead it was about weight, period, whether it be the number on the scale, the size of my clothes, or how I looked in comparison to all the kids around me.  

My cousin Lauren and I at approximately 8 or 9 years old.  Good hair, no?

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I wish I had some beautiful bow to wrap up this story with that would tell you how I finally lost weight to where I was finally happy with what I see when I look in the mirror.  While I don’t yet have that ending, I do have hope.  One day in early 2016, I walked into a Weight Watchers meeting after hearing that they had changed the program to be more focused on whole foods instead of the processed packaged foods.  I remember talking to the leader of that meeting, Ann, and I said that I just wanted to check out what it was all about, I needed to discuss it with my trainer to see if we thought it was right, blah blah blah, excuse excuse excuse.  Ann listened patiently and said something to the effect of, “you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t already know it was time to change.”  Whatever the specific words were, she was brutally and refreshingly honest.  I joined Weight Watchers a few days later, in February 2016, and by the time Nick and I got married in November 2017, I had lost 48 lbs.   

On the left: Me, right after starting Weight Watchers in 2016 / On the right: Me, at our wedding in November 2017.

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The last time I went to a meeting and weighed in was almost 3 weeks ago, and I was up 10 lbs from our wedding.  Based on the way my clothes are currently feeling, I’d venture to guess I’m probably up another 5 lbs.  I have no excuses, no reasons.  It just is what it is.  Maybe one day I’ll finish the weight loss part of my journey and maybe I won’t.  But it’s something that I’ll always be honest and forthcoming about, and something I’ll always look to understand better about myself so that maybe I can help somebody else.  In the meantime, there is a Weight Watchers meeting on Tuesday morning with Ann, and I’ll be there to get that beautifully loving slap of honesty that we all need every now and again.  And life will go on.

The most recent picture of me (and Nick!) from June 2018.

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The Anthony Bourdain Influence

“The value of a dish is the pleasure it brings you; where you are sitting when you eat it – and who you are eating it with – are what matter.” -Anthony Bourdain

It started like any other day, until I checked in on my Instagram feed. There was one picture after another of one of our culinary idols. A man who seemingly embodied the principals of Fat, Drunk and Fancy. A man who publicly lived life to the fullest, and inspired us in many ways. A man whose inner darkness seemingly overtook him. It was an endless stream of pictures of Anthony Bourdain. He killed himself in his hotel room in France, where he had been filming Parts Unknown. How could this be? How could somebody who not only shares our passion for a food experience, but who also understands that it’s not about the food but about the people you’re sharing it with, kill himself? It’s almost too much for our brains to process.

Over the last couple of days since the news broke, we’ve both felt such sadness and such loss. Our conversations are filled with memories of Anthony; different episodes of Parts Unknown and No Reservations, interviews in different media outlets, excerpts from Kitchen Confidential. But mostly, it’s about the feeling that we’ve always felt when we think about him. Anthony Bourdain was seemingly able to accomplish what we are trying to create at Fat, Drunk & Fancy – an unapologetic, real, unpolished community of people who came together over food to try new things and ask questions to learn from one another about living life on their terms.

In its ability to bring people together and make us feel safe, happy and comforted, I guess I’ve always thought that food saves lives. At least, this has been our reality; loving food so much and wanting to share it with people to create those experiences where you can learn more about people, their values and hopefully then more about yourself. And so, when this belief is shaken like it was by Anthony’s suicide, we find ourselves asking, “What are we missing?”. We don’t have that answer yet, but it continues to be one we are looking for and hoping to provide in Fat, Drunk & Fancy.

One theme that continues to come up as the stories of Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain unfold, coupled with the staggering statistics in the rise of suicide over the last 15+ years is the role of community and real human connection in society, or rather, the lack thereof. On the Friday following Anthony Bourdain’s death, Sheryl Sandberg said to MIT grads, “I hope you will use your influence to make sure technology is a foray for good in the world. Technology needs a human heartbeat; the things that bring us joy and bring us together are the things that matter most.” Now more than ever, there is a dire need for a place where people feel like they are a part of something that is real. A place where there is empathy, honesty, courage, passion and love. We believe the thing that will bring these people to this place is the food, and the feeling you have around the kitchen table. In a way, I think that’s what Anthony Bourdain did for us – he brought us to a place where we felt we could be exactly who we are without apology, and he did it with food as the catalyst. Yet maybe this place and this feeling is what Anthony was missing for himself, and so we are doing all that we can to make sure that Fat, Drunk & Fancy is this place for someone else. We’re not pretending to be able to save lives, but maybe, if we provide that much-needed human heartbeat that we are all reaching out for, we can do some good for the world and those who long for that connection in the silence of their hearts and minds.

A Tale of Two Foodies

Fat, Drunk and Fancy.  I know what you’re thinking; this reeks of debauchery, excess and pretentiousness…. aannndd you’d be wrong.  What does it mean?  We’re glad you asked.  Fat, Drunk and Fancy is about living life with no regrets.  It’s that feeling you get when you sit around the kitchen table with family and friends, sharing a fantastic food experience or amazing cocktail, where you feel free from fear, where you start to believe your dreams can and will become reality.  It’s the good hurt in your sides from laughing and the soreness in your face from smiling with the family you love.  It’s a really, REALLY good time, all without Aunt Betty’s over dramatized dental issues.   It’s who Nick and Kim are, a couple that lives all of this, and their stories about how Fat, Drunk and Fancy will deliver some of those same good hurts.
In Kim’s words:

My earliest childhood memories are not of trips to Disney, Christmas presents under the tree, or any other “things,” but instead are consumed with holiday dinners, family gatherings, meals around one table or another, although most I recall were with my Grandparents.  I’d walk into their house on any given day, event or not, and it smelled like a home cooked meal — even if they hadn’t been cooking.  It was warm, it smelled like food, and I never felt anything in that house other than love. 

I remember too, dinners that my Dad hosted at his house – he would be in the kitchen preparing and cooking for hours, and we’d gather on the deck overlooking Lake Hopatcong, NJ enjoying the array of food that my Dad had prepared.  I remember always being so excited for those gatherings, or any gathering where I was with my family.  I would bounce around the kitchen while my Dad cooked, totally getting in his way, watching out the window for my Grandparents’ car to pull up, staring at the clock, wishing it to move faster.  My Grandfather loved sitting on the deck at my Dad’s, looking at the water, laughing with his family gathered around him. 

Food has been the bond that has tied my family together and the way in which we’ve always shown love for one another.  We’ve celebrated the holidays, birthdays, and each other over food.  We’ve mourned losses and shed tears over food.  My Grandfather passed away just after midnight on September 22, 2013.  That evening my family gathered around the dinner table, eating my Grandfather’s gravy and meatballs.  There were only a handful of containers of his gravy and meatballs left in the freezer.  I had never been so sad or experienced such loss in my life, but we did exactly what my Grandfather loved most.  We sat around his dinner table, in his home, eating his food, and we honored all that he had shared with us.  We laughed, we cried, but we were together.  We gathered around the table again when there was just one last batch of his gravy and meatballs left to be eaten.  Again, in his home, and around his table, we spoke of my Grandfather as if he was sitting there with us.

In the years since my Grandfather passed away, our family has changed and looks a little bit different now with the addition of my husband, Nick, my two step children and Nick’s family.  Our traditions have also changed a bit over the years, except for one thing:  the food.  It’s still very much a part of my family, and now the life I share with Nick.  

The way in which Nick and I have chosen to live and share our life was born out of love for family.  Food has always been a part of my family and now I yearn to create that same familial connection with the world, a connection that allows for the container to create a life with no regrets through a foundation of pillars that Nick and I live by and strive to inspire others to embrace as well.  We invite you to join us at the table where you are free to dream fearlessly, love hard, try new things and experience life on your terms.

In Nick’s words:

Food and family.  That’s the essence of my being.  There’s hardly a memory I have that doesn’t involve the people I love and the meals that we’ve shared.  I am the first born of a young couple from Brooklyn, NY, who broke down societal norms by blending vastly different cultures to make a family.  This may sound dramatic, but in the early 70’s a German Lutheran marrying an Italian Catholic was a big deal.  And so began a journey when yours truly burst onto the scene, and immediately was held over the Thanksgiving table, where my grandparents had my hand touch every piece of food to be served (I have a picture of this, I assure you).  Maybe that’s where my love of food came from.  Maybe it came from my strong desire to help and to be a part of the mix.  That led to the early demise of a lovely copper teapot (what happens when a three year old goes to make mom a cup of tea and doesn’t know there needs to be water in the kettle..) and a very soggy meatloaf (so you’re not supposed to fill the bowl of meat in the sink with water?) and numerous other mishaps that led to laughter and learning.  

My kitchen memories are grounded in Sunday mornings with my father.  We were the Catholic half of the household (my sister and mother made up the Lutheran contingent), and would head to Mass at 9am… every…Sunday…  But then it was off to DiPietros in Maplewood, where I would gaze longingly at the provolone drying in the window while my dad bought fresh bread and with any luck, a piece of fresh mozzarella.  We’d hop back in the car and immediately tear off the heel of the bread and start munching.  For most of my life I thought that’s how bread was supposed to look when it came in the house!  For the rest of the day the house smelled of garlic and onions, frying meatballs and simmering gravy.  Sunday dinner was an institution and has remained a staple throughout my life.  The same was true for trips to Grandma’s house in Brooklyn and even on longer trips after the relocation of many family members to Florida.  

My mother did not share that same passion for food, likely scarred by bouts with Dinty-Moore beef stew and various organ meats hitting the table.  She does, however, have a sweet tooth, and her excitement for all things chocolate carried over into her son (albeit I don’t discriminate against other sweet flavors).  She’s in her element outdoors and packs a mean Fluffernutter for lunch on the boat.  She is the balance in the Italian diet and provided green things (read: vegetables) and other variety at home.  

From a young age I loved cooking and sharing food with friends and family.  I became a rabid fan of the Frugal Gourmet, and by the time I was 10 had a subscription to Gourmet Magazine.  There were authentic Chinese meals prepared with family friends, curried lamb roasting over a charcoal grill, and an obsession with making the greatest cheesecake of all time.  I always noticed that food brought people together, put smiles on people’s faces, and could brighten the darkest days.

Through the darker times in my life, food was my escape, my comfort when I couldn’t find direction or happiness.  It brightened up some tough times, and helped put life’s challenges on the back burner, if even for a little while.

Now, with my wife Kim, my two kids, our huge combined family (of which her’s accounts for 80% of the crowd) the kitchen is always open, and the sun is always shining.  We welcome people into our home with a smile and the prospect of an amazing experience.  Our kids shed the stresses of the day and try new things every time they are with us.  Food and family naturally go together, and that is the rule in our home.

Yale Terrace Brewery

Ever since we started this adventure, we’ve wanted to pound the pavement from a local perspective.  A little visit to Facebook, and a post from the Cranford Patch, revealed a golden opportunity.  A mere two miles from us was a new venture in day two of their soft opening.  We wanted to grab a cocktail anyway that afternoon, so off we went to Cranford NJ.  Were this a summer day, we could have easily walked, but it’s December and it was cold, so the five-minute drive was our option.  As luck would have it, there was a spot directly in front of our destination.  Behold, Yale Terrace Brewery.

The downtown brewery and tasting room is a welcome addition to Cranford.  Among the countless restaurants, bars, coffee shops, Yale Terrace Brewery is a special treat, and kudos to the town for helping to make this happen.  Other towns in the area should take note (Westfield, I’m looking at you).  From outside you could see the stark green wall by the bar, and the accent walls (which we learned were created entirely of pallets that one of the owners broke down and finished himself), and a bustling crowd enjoying what we were about to become part of.

We were greeted warmly upon entry by the crew, as well as by the patrons who were there before us.  We grabbed two seats at the hand crafted bar and were asked the standard question upon entering a brewery in the state of NJ, “would you like to take a tour?”  Obviously the answer is yes, because not only is it interesting to learn the brewing process, but to hear the story truly relays the passion of the brewers themselves.  Tom guided us to the back of the brewery, where a single still sat.  He explained the process and the still they used that actually submerged the grain in a large metal device, best described as “a really big tea bag.”  He also explained how most of the downstairs is taken up by the various beers in different stages of the brewing process.  You could see the excitement in Tom’s voice and demeanor, this was his pride and joy.

Back to our seats at the bar (which had plugs, USB ports and hooks under the bar in front of our seats), and the next big question, “what would you like?”  Being enthusiasts for all things food and drink, we made the obvious choice: everything!  As luck would have it, one can order a flight of four beers, so we ordered two flights and selected virtually everything available from the blackboard at the center of the bar on the green wall.  Our bartenders, Nick and Scott, were fantastic, great conversationalist and knowledgeable about the product.  They also had a great dynamic between the two of them and worked well with us to coordinate our selections.  We were presented with two boards and eight glasses, and the tasting began:

  • #19 Yale Quad – Delicious, with more bite than the IPA’s (Kim’s note: yummy, a touch sour)
  • #26 Yale Oatmeal Stout – Wonderful rich stout (Kim’s note:  Ok, didn’t feel “stouty” enough)
  • #24 Yale Imperial IPA – Great smooth beer, not overly hoppy (Kim’s note: Not my favorite)
  • #19 Yale Pale Ale – Very light and drinkable (Kim’s note: Eh.)
  • #9 Wellington Raspberry Sour – The only sour we’ve ever enjoyed
  • #8 Borden Bourbon Espresso Stout – We so wanted to love it, but espresso beers have that bite of coffee that makes it almost tart
  • #161 Main IPA – My wife’s favorite, again not too hoppy
  • #132 Euclid Saison – another clean crisp beer, a good representation of a saison. (Kim’s note:  Just OK.)

Nick and Scott took a genuine interest in our opinions of the beers we tried, and we were honest with them.  My wife enjoyed the 161 Main IPA whereas I favored the Oatmeal Stout.  We were both surprised by the Wellington Raspberry Sour, as neither of us are sour fans, but this was quite pleasing.  We then had a robust discussion about the Borden Bourbon Espresso Stout.  We shared our passion for such an idea (being fans of both bourbon and espresso) but were consistently disappointed by the execution, no matter where we’ve tried similar beers.  We talked about ways to cut the inherent bitterness that espresso has, especially in a beer, and figure the guys at Yale Terrace will figure it out.

As we sat enjoying our brews, we observed patrons from all walks of life.  Friends of the brewery, businessmen stopping in before heading home, a family of four with their dinner from Vinnie’s Pizza & Pasta which is conveniently located next door to the brewery, friends stopping in for a drink before a movie across the street, and the newlyweds reviewing the whole scene (that’s us).  A true cross-section of this suburban New Jersey town.

As we moved on in our selections (my bride had the Yale Quad, while I opted for the Oatmeal Stout) we began a conversation with Pete, who with Tom and Vinnie (the owner of the pizzeria next door) made up the ownership group of Yale Terrace.  Pete spent what felt like an hour with us, and the conversation was amazing as we learned about the home brewing and blind taste tests he and Tom would run with friends, the challenging regulatory landscape for breweries, and a tremendous history of brewing in New Jersey.  His vision was to create a local brewery, much like those that existed prior to prohibition and the power of large breweries and distributors.

We also learned their history, from growing up in West Orange, to the origins of the names of their beers, each an address of relevance from their pasts.  Soon the walls will include the back stories of these addresses turned beers, and we can’t wait to return to learn more.  Each of the owners has a full-time job, but it’s clear this is their collective passion.  That passion is reflected in the quality of the product and the atmosphere throughout the brewery.  This is a fun, comfortable and approachable place, certainly worth the stop before we headed out for dinner.  There will be many return trips, and the rotating taps will make it a new adventure each time, but the welcoming atmosphere makes this a place you want to return to soon and often.