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...

Oct 26

Three and a half years.

One thousand posts.

Let’s make it a good one.

This one’s for you Robbie.

Oct 18

Saturdays make it very easy for me to feel sorry for myself.  When the majority of families are spending time together, I’m on my own.

By the end of the day I was cursing the restaurant, the chef, and this life.

I went to sleep alone.

When I woke up I was smothered by a smelly chef, a stinky pit bull, a naked five year old, a fat pug, and a princess.  Saturday was immediately forgotten.

As we started our day I looked around at the faces the followed me and realized that even though I am alone the majority of the time, the love I receive when we are all together makes up for it.

Saturday’s suck.  They always will.  But Sundays, Sundays will always be our day.  The day when we truly  realize how fortunate we are.  The day that brings us together and reminds us that even though our time together is limited, our family is strong.

Jun 15

Pride

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May 18

Getting into a fight with the Chef is a bit like getting into a fight with a puppy.  He just looks up at you with big green eyes and has absolutely NO IDEA what the hell you are saying or mad about.

The Chef & I have our moments. We have also had our battles, but they are ours and I tend to keep them to myself. Sorry world.

This past weekend the Chef & I may have had a wee too much to drink on Friday and some words may or may not have been exchanged. It happens. Liquor never brings out the best in people at 3 am. So yeah. We had words and I woke up mad.

He woke up clueless & smiling and went about his merry way to the restie. I fumed all day and by Sunday morning I was ready to let him have it. I emailed him and then promptly ignored him for the rest of the day. He watched sports. He went to work.  When he called I pressed silence.  Once again I was left fuming mad.

He came home clueless.  And happy.  Again.

Damn you man!

I finally got up the nerve to ask him about me email and guess what world, he hadn’t even read it. Of course now that his interest was piqued he had absolutely no problem reading my one sided argument right in front of me!  I swear if it’s not a butchered pig, then that man cannot pay attention to ANYTHING or ANYONE.

At this point, my anger completely disappeared. How could I be mad at a man who has absolutely no clue about being in a fight with a woman?  I think next time instead of steaming for 3 days while he’s all smiles, I’ll just hide his new toy.

Apr 27

Chef’s Widow of the World

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What is your name & what kind of widow are you?

My name is Sabine Filoni and my husband is Dominique Filoni.  What “type”?  Proud and accepting.  I am proud because we’ve been married for thirteen years, worked together, built businesses together, weathered storms, started a family and still love each other like crazy.  I’m proud of his talent and accomplishments (Best New Chef 2004, was the youngest French Master Chef in America, etc.) and accepting because I know that he will never pull in the driveway at 5:30 every week night to have dinner with us, to spend weekend going to soccer games, etc.

Being with a Chef in a successful relationship means accepting the lifestyle including the number of hours worked, the crazy days and times of the work, the focus or obsession with food.  You can’t be with a Chef and complain down the line – - just like you can’t cross the jungle and complain about the wild animals.

Where is your casa & what is your jobby job?

We are currently living in Little Silver, NJ about three miles from the beach.  Dom is chef at a swankly French brasserie on the ocean.   He is from St. Tropez and he the restaurant is modeled after the beach clubs of the French Riviera.  How perfect is that?

I was in the restaurant business for twenty years, mostly as a manager. We worked together for years until we decided to start a family.  I grossly underestimated the change that it would have on our lives and careers.  Initially, we had a nanny during the day, but we quickly realized that it was better for me to be home.  I started a business renting luxury vacation properties in the Caribbean and, four and a half years later, am still running my business from home.  It’s great because I get enough adult time, but still get to be with the family. We also have a few investment properties, so I handle those.

How long have you been in a relationship with someone in the ‘industry?’

Dom and I have been together 14 years.  He was cooking in Paris while I was singing there eight blocks away, but we never met.  Six months later in Philadelphia, he was having dinner at a restaurant where I worked, Striped Bass.  I saw him from across the room and must have recognized him because I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.  Later that night, he showed up at the employee Christmas party and I approached him.  He had only been in the country ten months and didn’t speak much English.  Five minutes later, he had his arm around me, we were drinking Champagne and were talking about how great it would be to go to Paris together.  (We’ve since been four times.)

What is your biggest turnoff or dislike of being a Chef’s/Restaurant Widow?

Initially, there were none.  We worked together 90 hours a week, traveled together, spent every minute together, had fun days off together . . .  Once kids came along, it became pretty clear that I was shouldering the responsibility for the children.  Dom is the best, but if he’s working, he’s not here.  I like to say that I’m a single mom whose boyfriend really loves my kids.  Awful, I know.  He was living in Washington DC while I was in Pennsylvania with a two year old, one year old and newborn, trying to sell the house without a realtor and run a business.  I would have developed a nasty dependence on alcohol, but I didn’t have enough time.  Seven months later, we were back together.  Dom’s current position means that he works his tail off in the summer, then work less in the off season.  He now gets to see the kids for an hour in the morning before they go to school.

Another downside is that I worry about him.  I hope that years of difficult physical work, long hours on his feet, etc. won’t take a toll on his health.

What is your favorite aspect of being a Chefs/Restaurant Widow?

I love tasting his food and the pride I feel when people talk about the restaurant.  Got to say I love the perks!  Traveling to Quebec, France, Italy, Aspen, cruise, etc. were all a direct result of his hard work and talent.  I love going with him to television shoots and prepping for him and watching him on camera.

It must be the tween in me:  I thoroughly enjoy hearing about celebrities when he cooks for them.  Elton John, Michael Jackson, Beyonce and Jay Z on their wedding weekend, Karl Lagerfeld, etc.  I want to know how they act and what they eat.  Maybe I should get a life????

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Feb 25

Four Hour Layover

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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.

Jun 10

Dear Chef,

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The Sleeping Chef makes me crazy but…when he is awake he is really freaking awesome!

Thank you for throwing my an amazing surprise birthday party with such fantastic people.

Thank you for taking me to Cedar Point and making me ride this scary ass death ride.

Thank you for the amazing handbag.

Thank you for loving me the way you do.

Thank you for quitting smoking.

Thank you for cutting back on the hooch.

Thank you for starting to run again.

Thank you for thinking I am pretty even though I am hella overweight.

Thank you for knowing me.

Thank you for letting me sleep in on my birthday.

Thank you for being a KICK ASS father to our KICK ASS childrens.

You are by far the coolest dude I know,  besides Potato of course.

Buddy Kisses.

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