About Widow

Large Handbag Collector. Obscenely Expensive Shoe & Handbag Lover. Blonde. Redhead. Brunette. Breastfeeder. Pug-fox terrier belly scratcher. Drunken Break Dancer. Bartender of the stars. Semi Conscious Writer. Earth loving. Tori Amos Listening. Loud Mouth. Chef Loving Lady...

HOUR 1

7.36am

The Chef & I bought matching shades

3 more hours to go until SOUTH BEACH FOOD & WINE FESTIVAL.  Tune in all day & all weekend as I will be live blogging the awesome that we are going to experience in South Beach.

xoxo bitches.

Dear Chef,

I must say that this year has been a whirlwind of awesome.  Your career as a Chef is flourishing and you deserve every accolade you get.  You are by far the hard working man I have ever met.  And the fact that your family is makes up your drive is even more impressive.  Congratulations an all of your accolades in the press including the most recent one of Best Chef in the Cleveland Scene Best of Cleveland issue.  You deserve it.

Above all though, conratulations on becoming a man who I and many others have so much respect for.  You inspire the people who surround you to be better people, better employees, better chef, better friends, better wives, better mother, better friends, and better people all around.  Hell take me for example.  I am actually nice now.  Well…for the most part.

You are a best Chef.  You are the Best Chef.  But more importantly you are the best man.  The best father.  The best husband.  The best boss (remember I’ve seen you in action).   The best friend.  You are however, NOT, the best motorcycle rider driver.  Which is why you don’t have a motorcycle.  Obviously.

Love you more,

Wifey

Monday, July 14th, 2008
Bar Cento, Cleveland
6:30 – 9:30 pm

Join us for a celebration of seasonal specialties prepared in the French tradition by Terra Madre chefs & friends including:

Jonathon Sawyer, Bar Cento
Matt Harlan, Lolita
Paul Minnillo, The Baricelli Inn
David Uecke, Anthe’s
Doug Katz, fire food and drink
Michael Symon, Lolita and Lola
Rocco Whalen, Fahrenheit
And more!

Our French-style feast will showcase local and seasonal ingredients, heritage meats, artisan cheeses, house-cured charcuterie and other foods produced by Terra Madre farmers and producers.

The event will also feature:

Terra Madre Raffle Kickoff!
Grand Prize: Trip for two to Turin, Italy for the Slow Food Salone del Gusto, October 2008. Other fabulous prizes will include: cooking class by Iron Chef, Michael Symon, dinners by Terra Madre chefs, and more!

Meet the 2008 Terra Madre Delegates
Aaron Miller, Miller Livestock, Kinsman
Cindy & Terry Smith, Goatfeathers Point Farm, Peninsula
Abbe Turner, Lucky Penny Farm, Garrettsville
Adam & Jennifer Gidlow, On the Rise Bakery, Cleveland Heights
Matt Harlan, Lolita, Cleveland
Paul Minnillo, Baricelli Inn & Baricelli Cheese Company, Cleveland
Jonathon Sawyer, Bar Cento & Greenhouse Tavern & Restaurant, Cleveland
David Uecke, Anthe’s Restaurant, Akron
Rachel McKinney, Hershey Montessori Farm School, Concord Township

$40 per person
Proceeds will support Slow Food Northern Ohio’s 2008 Terra Madre delegates and programs.

Bar Cento is located at: 1948 West 25th Street (across from West Side Market) in Cleveland.

See you on July 14!!!

******A portion of all proceeds will go towards the travel arrangements for all of the Terra Madre chefs.

to the happiest girl ever.

Who would have thought that my innocent road trip out to NYC for your birthday in 2002 would change our lives forever.  I remember that night like it was yesterday.  Hell I remember everything about that trip.  I remember cursing your name as I sat in traffic on the West Side Highway.  I remember being amazed and scarred shitless as I pulled up to your apartment on Rivington.  I remember wishing I still smoked weed after seeing and holding and smelling the 5 lbs of it left in your fridge by the old tenent.  I remember getting ready and not know what to wear but being so happy I brought my kick ass Italian stockings that I bought for $100 in Milan.  I remember listening to The Velvet Underground over & over while smoking ridiculous amounts of Camel Lights in your tiny 400 sq. ft. apartment.  I remember walking in the East Village and being amazed at how cool everything & everyone was.  I remember drinking martini’s at Lemon while Dana was woking and then later heading to Beauty Bar in hopes (mine not yours) of seeing Matt Dillon.  I remember flirting with an Irishman and you getting mad even though we were ‘just friends’.  I remember being so excited that bars were open until 4 am and then being so utterly exhausted by then I didn’t, couldn’t, shouldn’t drink by 4am.  I remember walking EVERYWHERE and loving it.  I remember watching you and Dana jaywalk while I patiently waited for the littleman to change.  I remember seeing the handmade sign on Second Ave proclaiming ‘I Have Cum!’ and giggling like a 12 year old schoolgirl.

I remember kissing you.  I remember laying in bed with you and thinking ‘What the hell am I doing in Manhattan with Sawyer?’.  But what I most remember is loving you in every aspect of the word.  I remember knowing then and still knowing now that you were meant to be with me.  We were meant to be together.  No matter what.  No matter how hard it would be (it was) and how stressful (it is) we would end up as one.

I love you chef. I am so proud to call you my husband.  Happy fucking birthday!

Keep that in mind as the half naked Patron girls are handing out free tequila at your restaurant.

PS  Happy 5th Birthday Vito, I love you too!!!!!   Thanks for licking my feet every single night of my life.  They are really soft now.

“Vito enjoys a bit a roughage every now and then.”

The chef & I are now the same age. For only a month we will both be 28. Come June 8th my cougar ass will be another year older. But for now I can pretend.

We celebrated all day yesterday since the chef has to work some crazy party tonight. We had a blast. We bought a botanical gardens membership, played in the butterfly garden, had lunch at the West Side Market and even managed to get some groceries. Something I am SURE the chef really wanted to do on his birthday. After our full day we dropped Biggie & Catcher off at the mom in laws’ casa and headed downtown for our big night out.

Well my friends. Cat’s outta the bag. The chef & I are creatures of habit. I had an evening out somewhat planned however the birthday boy kinda changed it when he decided to wear a filthy WAY too small hoodie out. However being his birthday and all I decided to ignore his outfit and improvise. First we headed to Stone Mad, this new joint in Ohio City with an indoor bocce ball court. Very cool design and beautiful stone & tile work. We had a drink and then decided that we would head over to Lolita’s. 

Stone Mad’s All Custom Tile Bathroom (there’s even custom tile on the bathroom stalls)

As usual we had a great time at Lolita’s, saw some old friends (although one of them cursed the Cavs to lose), ate some yummy pizza, drank a dirty bird, and then started to hang with the Original Chef’s Widow. Somehow I managed to turn the whole chef birthday night out into Widow gets her drink on with OG Widow and manages to get herself a tramp stamp:

Best Birthday Gift Ever: Getting a tattoo of another man’s face on your ass. The chef is so proud.

Second Best Birthday Gift: Hangin’ out with two hot mamma’s~ literally it was hot as fuck in there.

******This post was paid for and approved by Liz Symon

Let’s Get Fresh North Union Farmer’s Market Benefit

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