It occurred to me that learning to cook, learning an instrument and becoming fluent in a foreign language were all very similar.

Take for instance my first substack post, in it I barely mentioned the restaurant, almost exclusively talking about myself. The ironic part is that if it weren’t for the restaurant there would be no reason for me to be writing this at all. So selfish Pat. Sooo selfish.

They say to achieve a dream, you have to visualize what success looks like…

I wish I could say that making real eggnog at Christmas time was a Nattress family tradition.  It was not. 

We had the Dairygold variety out of the box when I was a kid.  Oh sure, we grated a little extra nutmeg on the top of it and my parents added some booze, but it was pretty pedestrian stuff.  Then I married a Mayflower Princess and Fanny Farmer came into my life.  And once you have had Fanny’s nog, there is no going back.

We have our Nog Night every holiday season.  It’s was a pleasure to see the look on the faces of the folks who had never had real eggnog before.  “It is like drinking cake mix, but in a good way”…

Then I married a Mayflower Princess and Fanny Farmer came into my life.  And once you have had Fanny’s nog, there is no going back.