Once More, With Feeling
This is it. My last visit to the original Frost Street, where it all began. This was the place I called home for my third year of law school. There's something sinister about the 3L year. It's utterly superfluous from an educational perspective, so you have lots of free time to discover what you really like to do, just before you strap in to your first life-sucking job in the legal profession. I realized I love to cook, and was just starting to get good at it when the demands of a legal career left me with few opportunities to practice my newfound avocation. Such is the way of the world, I suppose. But for a couple of days in early June, I went back to the place that gave this blog its name.
This is #1 Frost Street in Cambridge, Massachusetts -- the house where I began to learn to cook:
And this is the kitchen where it all started:
And this is why am I posting about the house on its namesake website now:
That's my kid brother folks, a Harvard Law School graduate. When I moved out of #1 Frost Street, he and his friends moved in. And when they graduated a couple of weeks ago, they all got together and held a barbecue in the backyard for their families.
For me, it was a poetic way to say goodbye to the house where I first started playing around with food and flame. For my brother, it was a moment of simple happiness between three years of challenging study and what promises to be an even more challenging career.
I've always believed he's better suited to the law than I, but it's nice to see that in his third year of law school, my brother has come to understand the importance of good food shared with those close to you. We're all proud of him. Congratulations, little brother. Good luck on the bar exam.
Comments
What about the time you nearly burnt down our kitchen on Porter Road? I guess maybe you were just "playing around with . . . flame" then.
Posted by: MW | June 23, 2004 11:57 AM
MW, one of my roommates from #1 Frost Street and earlier, makes a good point. I did unintentionally create a six-foot-tall column of canola-oil-fueled flame during a deep-frying incident in a previous apartment. There was some minor smoke damage. But I like to think that #1 Frost Street was where I left such early mishaps behind me and started to really take cooking more seriously. MW will note that no columns of flame ever scorched the kitchen at Frost Street.
Posted by: Jeremy | June 23, 2004 12:05 PM
I also saw you make a giant column of flame at your NYC apt while glazing some vegetables with bourbon. What the hell is the matter with you?
Posted by: TI | June 23, 2004 01:14 PM
Hey, now that was flambé, which is supposed to flame up like that. Believe me, there's no comparison between an alcohol flame - which burns itself out in a few seconds - and the pillar of fire that MW is talking about - which was unexpected and terrifying.
Posted by: jeremy | June 23, 2004 01:25 PM
Congrats and Godspeed to your little bro. He'll kick butt on the NY bar exam, I'm sure. I especially like how his shirt somewhat matches the checkered tablecloth in the 2nd photo.
Posted by: teahouseblossom | June 24, 2004 01:06 AM
Little brother looks scrumptious. Yum.
Posted by: StephanieKlein | June 29, 2004 04:00 PM
Hey, just found your websites on one of my infrequent checks of my website's stats. I like your layout, particularly the way you've got images configured.
Anyway, cheers from another food-blogging lawyer.
Posted by: Robert | July 1, 2004 12:04 AM
What has happened to the food blog? It has died. I don't want to see photos of your brother or your mammy. I want to see some recipes and pie-making. Big up yourself.
Posted by: SaddamHussein | July 1, 2004 01:39 PM
Hey asshole! We're the only ones about to blog about food and law around here. If you know what's good for you, you'll shut down this dam website before you take a couple of bricks to the dome.
Posted by: FoodBloggingLawyer | July 2, 2004 10:54 AM
You killed the blog.
Posted by: BiggieSmalls | July 6, 2004 08:47 AM