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Chances are good that if you’re reading this, it’s because you’re angry, or know someone who is. Maybe you’re just curious. When I first conceived of the concept of these recipes, I was feeling pretty angry myself. In spite of therapy and gab sessions with my friends, which helped temporarily, I realized talking about it was not fully doing the trick. Then I realized that my greatest frustration relief was taking place in the kitchen. I found the chopping, slicing, dicing, and grinding were actually therapeutic, and the best part was that in addition to being a great energy release, the results were actually fairly delicious. So I felt better, and my family, even those who were making me angry, was well sustained. And if you have guests, they’ll certainly thank you for your hostility—oops, I mean hospitality!

 

It also provided me with a great source of humor. I love playing with words. Some of the verbs associated with cooking are very appropriate: angry boil, slow simmer, beat until frothy, stuffed, poached, grilled, whipped, separated, cracked and beaten. The titles of recipes keep me entertained for hours. Undoubtedly, you will think of a few of your own.

 

So, have a nice day, enjoy the recipes and TRUE STORIES (who could make this stuff up?), and be sure to start out with a great set of knives. I wonder what brand Lorena Bobbitt used. If you’re too young to know this reference, just think meandering husband meets PMS meets Cutco.

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My father, Paul Halpern, of blessed memory, observed: “God made more horses’ asses than he did horses.”

 

The names in this anthology have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.