The Return of Sunday Night Suppers with Lauren AND Aaron!
Greetings friends! The return of Sunday Night Suppers is fast approaching! Aaron and I will be back in the kitchen to begin the next installment, Sunday, August 19th.
I hope summer is treating you as well as it is treating me. As I write this, I'm sitting on the shore of the Atlantic, the same spot my family has been visiting for the past 21 years! Next weekend brings a family friend's wedding in Michigan and the following, a blowout summer BBQ at the Argall homestead in Wisconsin. As much fun as I've been having relaxing, I can't wait to get back in the kitchen again with my favorite cooking partner. You've been hearing his name in these pages and probably seen him standing next to me in the kitchen doorway, but few of you probably know how positively fated our meeting was, so I thought it was about time I properly introduced...Aaron Austin. It's kind of a long story so I'll tell the tale in a few installments.
PART ONE - From the Ultra Dive to the Emergency Room
Though we had always acknowledged each other around town given our similar hairdos, Aaron and I officially met the weekend before Sunday Night Suppers was set to begin. I had stopped into Belvedere's, the self-proclaimed ultra dive down in Lawrenceville for the Big Idea's anniversary party. I have to preface this with the fact that I had only been to Belvedere's twice before and I was only planning on stopping by on my way to the Big Throwback up the hill at the Brillobox. I saddled up to the bar to order some beers and who was posted up on the next stool over? Yes you guessed it. We started talked about dogs and dreadlocks and before I knew it we were a good six Wolavers into a conversation. Little did I know that this organic beer laden chat set in motion a series of events that would effectively change my life and quickly bring my dreams a little closer to reality.
The next day as I finished my brunch at the Quiet Storm, in walked my new friend. I have to preface this with the fact that I was suppose to go to Coca Cafe that morning and was far from a weekend regular. Aaron sat down at my table looking frantic. He asked me if I knew anywhere I could take a dog to the emergency room. His car was dead and his poor dog Miles was inexplicably bleeding. I offered to take him to the Rescue League where I took my puppy Nona for check up. Since I was scheduled to meet with Eric, the owner of the Brillobox later in the afternoon I told him I could only drop him off. We arrived only to be directed to a clinic in way the heck out in Monroeville. I got back in the car and headed without thinking to 376. Long story short, I spent 8 hours in the animal ER in the middle of no where with a person I barely knew to save a dog I'd never met and had fun the whole time. Turns out Miles had eaten rat poison and required a blood transfusion and an over night stay. During our day together I learned a lot about Aaron including the fact that he had previously worked as the head baker at a place up in Buffalo where he had only recently moved back from. I told him about Sunday Suppers and he offered to help me prep any time he could. Yeah I know the universe saved my ass once again.
Stay tuned for the next chapter and the next menu. Don't forget Aaron and I are back in the kitchen August 19th! As always, supper starts at 6PM and goes till the food runs out. See you then!
I hope summer is treating you as well as it is treating me. As I write this, I'm sitting on the shore of the Atlantic, the same spot my family has been visiting for the past 21 years! Next weekend brings a family friend's wedding in Michigan and the following, a blowout summer BBQ at the Argall homestead in Wisconsin. As much fun as I've been having relaxing, I can't wait to get back in the kitchen again with my favorite cooking partner. You've been hearing his name in these pages and probably seen him standing next to me in the kitchen doorway, but few of you probably know how positively fated our meeting was, so I thought it was about time I properly introduced...Aaron Austin. It's kind of a long story so I'll tell the tale in a few installments.
PART ONE - From the Ultra Dive to the Emergency Room
Though we had always acknowledged each other around town given our similar hairdos, Aaron and I officially met the weekend before Sunday Night Suppers was set to begin. I had stopped into Belvedere's, the self-proclaimed ultra dive down in Lawrenceville for the Big Idea's anniversary party. I have to preface this with the fact that I had only been to Belvedere's twice before and I was only planning on stopping by on my way to the Big Throwback up the hill at the Brillobox. I saddled up to the bar to order some beers and who was posted up on the next stool over? Yes you guessed it. We started talked about dogs and dreadlocks and before I knew it we were a good six Wolavers into a conversation. Little did I know that this organic beer laden chat set in motion a series of events that would effectively change my life and quickly bring my dreams a little closer to reality.
The next day as I finished my brunch at the Quiet Storm, in walked my new friend. I have to preface this with the fact that I was suppose to go to Coca Cafe that morning and was far from a weekend regular. Aaron sat down at my table looking frantic. He asked me if I knew anywhere I could take a dog to the emergency room. His car was dead and his poor dog Miles was inexplicably bleeding. I offered to take him to the Rescue League where I took my puppy Nona for check up. Since I was scheduled to meet with Eric, the owner of the Brillobox later in the afternoon I told him I could only drop him off. We arrived only to be directed to a clinic in way the heck out in Monroeville. I got back in the car and headed without thinking to 376. Long story short, I spent 8 hours in the animal ER in the middle of no where with a person I barely knew to save a dog I'd never met and had fun the whole time. Turns out Miles had eaten rat poison and required a blood transfusion and an over night stay. During our day together I learned a lot about Aaron including the fact that he had previously worked as the head baker at a place up in Buffalo where he had only recently moved back from. I told him about Sunday Suppers and he offered to help me prep any time he could. Yeah I know the universe saved my ass once again.
Stay tuned for the next chapter and the next menu. Don't forget Aaron and I are back in the kitchen August 19th! As always, supper starts at 6PM and goes till the food runs out. See you then!
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