My Wild Ride on a Carousel: (By the Caterer Who Couldn’t Cook)
By Bill Jones
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Bill Jones is a renowned, Michelin-trained chef based on Deerholme Farm in the Cowichan Valley, British Columbia. He is the author of twelve cookbooks and winner of two world cookbook awards. His writing has appeared in numerous publications, including the New York Times, Gourmet, Bon Appetit, and Saveur. An acknowledged expert on wild foods and foraging, Bill has a keen respect for local First Nations ethnobotany and culture. He is an accomplished cooking instructor and a passionate supporter of local food communities. His consulting company, Magnetic North Cuisine, is active in all areas of local food production, marketing, and development.
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My Wild Ride on a Carousel - Bill Jones
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If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
—Henry David Thoreau
Contents
Getting Started
Uncle Willie
Gran Mal
John Larsen
Alec Guinness
Table Manners
California, Here I Come
California, Here I Am
Bob Lieberman
The Beatles
Carousel or Casserole?
Stepping Out on Our Own
What Happened to the Wedding Cake
The Largest Catering Event in History
Catering across the Nation
Surprise!
For the Birds
Be Sure You Get What You Asked For
Doctors of Pepper
Another Airport, Another Plane
They Do the Work— I Get the Glory
Maui Stories
The Super Bowl
Memorable Things That Happened at Catered Affairs
Trouble in Paradise
Every Day Should Be Thanksgiving
We Got Our Act Together and Took It on the Road
Motown
Catering for a King
Dinah Shore Golf
Elizabeth Taylor
Passion for Women Perfume
Elizabeth Taylor and the AIDS Epidemic
The Puppy
More Support for AIDS
Steven
How We Met Chef David
Chef David’s Memories
Herbalife
Lessons Learned by Accident
A Hole in the Ground
John Wayne
Jimmy Komack
Screaming for Days
Chuck Berry, Catalina Casino, and Herbalife
The Consumer Electronics Show in Atlanta, Georgia
Paris, France–Honolulu, Hawaii
The Oscars
Dream
My Ride Has Come to an End
MENUS
Elizabeth Taylor Passion For Women Menu
Herbalife At Home Of Kenny Rogers
Dr. Pepper Maui
Tray-Passed Hors D’oeuvres
Acknowledgments
28336.pngGetting Started
I have been asked many times, one way or another, How did you get involved with the catering business?
This was followed by questions like Was your father a chef? Did your family own restaurants?
My answer was that my father was not a chef. He was in prison for fifteen years during my childhood. None of my five siblings or I knew where my father was. We were told he was in a hospital in upstate New York and had a blood disease.
My mom would go to visit him monthly. Sometimes, if she could afford the cost, one of us would tag along. Being the youngest, I remembered little about my father. I was only four years old when he left to serve his sentence. It has never been spoken of, but I am sure my older brothers knew where he was. So to answer the question, my dad was not a chef, and we did not own a restaurant. We were a family of eight, counting my parents, and we were on home relief or, as some call it, welfare. This meant we were broke, in scramble mode to survive, and dependent on that monthly aid check.
Despite this, I did not have a bad childhood. In fact, it was very interesting. There was a lot of activity in our house, and my mom did whatever she had to do to keep us all together. There were times when she was afraid we would all be put into foster care. She constantly had to think of ways to raise extra cash; some were legal and some not so much.
One day, I remember a policeman came to our door and gave my mom a coupon for a free Easter basket that contained food from neighborhood food stores. It included condensed milk, canned vegetables, and other nonperishable items. We went down to the police station with our coupon and retrieved our basket. On the way home, she was very quiet, which meant she was planning something.
I looked at her, and she said, This is what we’re going to do. Next year, you’re going to volunteer to help fill the baskets. But every time you put one item in the baskets, you put two items in a basket under the table, which you’re going to sneak home.
I was scared stiff and tried to explain to her that I would be at the police station, and what if I get caught? Her answer was You’re too young and skinny. No one will even be looking at you. They’ll be too busy.
So the next year rolled around, and I did what she asked. At the end of the day, I had so much food in my hidden basket that I could hardly lift it. But she was right. I struggled out with my basket, and no one said a word. It may be that they saw me and knew that we really needed that food. If that was so, I’m grateful to them.
My mom was not a highly educated woman. I don’t think she finished high school. But she was very street-smart. And her devotion to her family, and even to my father, was unbreakable One day she decided that we had to have more money from the state, so she told me she was going to show them how thin and sickly I was. Hopefully, this would convince them that she needed more money. She instructed me that at the interview, when she tapped my foot, I should fall on the floor as if I had fainted. Well, I did it! And we netted an extra ten dollars per month for the effort.
My mom also liked to entertain to keep us happy. So each Thursday, she would gather all the kids on the living room floor and perform Broadway shows for us—ones that were currently on Broadway and others from the past. I still carry some of those old tunes in my head. One that seems to appear on occasion is called Maisy Dotes,
and another one is a real tearjerker called My Mother’s Eyes.
You could say we were poor but happy.
Uncle Willie
I n our building, there were many small apartments. All the tenants were friendly and stayed out of each other’s business.
Every once in a while, we would come home, and in front of our apartment door would be a bag of groceries containing items like cereal, canned goods, bread, and jelly. I would ask my mother where they were coming from, and she would say, They’re from Uncle Willie.
Who’s Uncle Willie?
I asked.
She replied, "He lives at the end of the hallway. He’s a nice man. Now mind your business, and if you ever see him in the hallway or anywhere, do not speak to him. Do you understand?" She always knew I was nosy.
Though I was curious, I did what I was told. It turned out that Uncle Willie did not live in that apartment. Some