Who Is Jim Crow And Why Won't He Die

I just finished reading "A Calamity Of Souls" by David Baldacci, an author, whose work I enjoy. I have read a number of his novels but this one was different.

A description I found online stated: "A Calamity of Souls, by David Baldacci, is a historical legal thriller set in 1968 and in small town near Richmond Virginia. The story revolves around Jack Lee, a white lawyer, and Desiree DuBose, a Black lawyer, who team up to defend Jerome Washington, a Black man wrongfully accused of murdering a wealthy white couple. As they navigate a deeply biased legal system reflective of the Jim Crow laws, the novel explores themes of racial injustice, the importance of community support, and overcoming personal biases against the backdrop of the civil rights movement."

The book originally drew my attention not because of the author but because is set in 1968 in a small town near Richmond, Virginia. I lived in a small town near Richmond, Virginia in 1968. The town was Tappahannock. I was 19.

I grew up mostly in the South. My dad was in the Marine Corps so we lived all over, never more than 18 months or 2 years in any one spot. The majority of the time was in North Carolina, Texas and Virginia. Growing up I was not a stranger to the term Jim Crow. I heard it, but never really knew where it came from. I knew it was associated with racial segregation. 

The perception has always been that all the white people in the South are bigots and racists. The white face of hate is ugly. But hate is a learned behavior. You don't come by it naturally. Nobody in my family hated black people, so I never learned to hate black people. Both my parents are from Mississippi. Most people are going to say, if that's the case there is no way you aren't a bigot and a racist. I dated a young lady in college and when I told her both my parents were from Mississippi, she said, "Everybody's from somewhere." She wasn't quick to judge. I like that. Of course, I messed up that relationship because I was young and stupid. We stopped dating. Twenty years later I married her. Love will out.

My family was poor and we moved around a lot. I was always the newbie, the outsider. I was always trying to blend in. All the schools I attended, only had white students, even in California. I was young and didn't think this was unusual. I saw black people but we never lived in a mixed neighborhood. We never had much to do with them. I didn't know why. I didn't really think about it. I was a kid. I thought that was the way the world was supposed to be. The white bullies picked on me because I was the outsider not because of my skin color. I thought this was normal. 

In the early 1950's, we got a new invention called a television. The screen was black and white not in color. It was definitely not HD. Every night we watched Walter Cronkite on CBS. There were only three stations back then, not the thousands we have today. "Uncle Walter" opened up a whole new world for me. He reported the news of the day. He didn't tell you what you should think about it like they do today. He just told you what happened. I liked that because I like to think things out for myself. I trusted him. He had a trustworthy face and demeanor. 

Because of his program, I became aware of the plight of the black people in this country. I saw the Civil Rights Movement as it grew. I watched the battles. I saw the violence. I saw that segregation was never separate but equal, like the majority of the politicians of that day proclaimed. The blacks always got the short end of any stick.  

The violence always occurred on the screen of that television, never in the schools I attended or in the neighborhoods where I lived. So I was disassociated with it. All this violence was in the background of my life. To me this was a problem that the "Great Generation" would solve. They had endured the Great Depression and saved the world in World War Two. They built America into a Superpower.

As kids growing up, we had no fear, not even "The Bomb” scared us. This was back when bomb shelters were all the rage. We were taught to "duck and cover" while we hid under our desks and in the halls at our schools. They told us these actions would protect us from a nuclear blast. 

We experienced the wonders of an American childhood. We played sports, went to class, and learned to drive. We had our first kisses, had our hearts broken and broke a few ourselves. We learned about love, lust, and our bodies in the backseat of a car. We drank our first beers and threw up from drinking our first beers. You know, we had the normal white American upbringing.

I first heard the term Jim Crow on the nightly news, Uncle Walter's show. Who was Jim Crow? How did he relate to these segregation laws? After reading Baldacci's book, I researched it. (What did we do before there was Google... Oh yeah, we went to the library.) 

The term Jim Crow originally referred to a character created by Thomas Dartmouth "Daddy" Rice, a white actor and performer in the early 1830's. He was from New York City and his audiences were white. Rice performed in blackface, a practice where white performers painted their faces black to mock and caricature African Americans. His act, called "Jump Jim Crow", involved a song and dance routine that exaggerated and ridiculed African American speech, movement, and appearance. His character was lazy, simple-minded, buffoonish and subhuman.

The character of Jim Crow became widely popular as Rice took his show on the road across what was then the United States and into the coastal South. He was copied by other performers. Blackface by its very nature is offensive. I don't understand how denigrating and ridiculing an entire race is entertaining.  

The term Jim Crow evolved into a derogatory term for African Americans. By the end of the 19th century "Jim Crow" was used to describe laws and regulations that enforced racial segregation and discrimination in the Southern United States. These laws and regulations took away the rights granted to African Americans by the 13th, 14th and 15th Amendments to the Constitution. They mandated separate public facilities, schools, and transportation for Black and White people. Literacy test, poll taxes and residency laws and regulations were used to deny suffrage to African Americans. 

All of this was a part of the "Jim Crow" mindset. Although the term "Jim Crow" was used for the laws in the South, the "Jim Crow" mindset was also in the North and West. In my research, I found that a number of Presidents of the United States encouraged and demanded segregation in the foundations of our government, especially Woodrow Wilson and Teddy Roosevelt. 

Our founding fathers established a country where "...all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness..." Well, all men except American Indian Men, Black Men and Women. These founding fathers were a small group of white, male, colony then state appointed landowners who also thought their type should be the only ones allowed to vote. Why didn't we have any founding mothers?

"We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America." This is the preamble to our Constitution. The "People" described here did not include American Indians, Black People or Women.

Seventeen of the fifty-five signers of the Constitution were the owners of fourteen hundred slaves, even George Washington. The idea of Black People being inferior to White People is not a new concept. It is a concept that refuses to die. 

Politicians and people in power positions figured out a long time ago the way to get and keep power was to divide people. Hitler did it. Stalin did it. Nixon did it. Even today, Trump does it. Pit groups against one another, tell lies long and often, until they become the truth, make your base fearful of the future and they will blindly follow you. This is why Jim Crow will never die. 

Too many people are willing to forget their past. They let injustice exist because it doesn't really affect them. They don't want to become involved. I'm not being judgmental, because I have been guilty of this myself. 

I went through life pursuing the American Dream. I worked hard, long hours. For the most part, I have gotten everything I wanted. I never thought how hard or limited I would have been if I had been black instead of white.

"Calamity Of Souls" and my research has made me think about this a lot. The divisive political climate in this country has made me think about it too. Our government and country was founded by men, men who were human. They were not perfect. They had faults just like all of us. But they had the idea that we could be better. They had the idea that we could have a "...government of the people, by the people, for the people..." I have the hope that we can get that back. I hope we can realize that we have more things that keep us together than things that keep us apart. If you give respect, you get respect. I hope that the people of this country will have more love in their hearts than hate. 

People say I'm a dreamer and they are right because I think in the end love will win. If it doesn't, that will be the real calamity. 

"What we need in the United States is not division; what we need in the United States is not hatred; what we need in the United States is not violence or lawlessness, but is love and wisdom, and compassion toward one another, and a feeling of justice towards those who still suffer within our country, whether they be white or whether they be black." - 

Robert F. Kennedy April 4, 1968   

"Democracy is the worst form of government there is, except for all the others." - Winston Churchill

Great Balls Of Fire!

People have always been fascinated with the cooking of food. Ever since they figured out that fire, besides keeping them warm in that cave, by use of the Maillard reaction, could make that hunk of woolly mammoth taste delicious. Of course, at that time it was the sear and sizzle, Louis Maillard wasn't around yet to name it.  I think it's a sensory thing that builds anticipation. It also could be the hypnotism of the fire. In the restaurant world sizzle and fire sells, especially if it's done at your table. 

People have always liked seeing their food prepared and served in front of them. Medieval banquets had presentations of food with servants carving joints of beef and game birds. There were lange portions of meat, sometimes whole animals roasting on rotisseries in the nearby fireplace. The French did things a little different. They had what was called Russian service where everything was brought out on large platters and served onto a plate right in front of you. 

In modern times, upscale restaurants use trollies to bring food to your table. They present and carve prime rib, ducks, chickens. lamb racks, beef wellington and other preparations right at the table. I remember this at Jean Banchet's "Le Francais" back in the 80's. After you were seated and served your wine or cocktail, the maitre d' would assemble all the silver clad trollies and say, "Now let the show begin." And what a show it was. 

Tableside preparation of dishes is not new, like a lot of things in the food world it goes in and out of fashion. There are some spots where it has never gone out. When you think about it, a lot of our food get prepared or served right in front of us. In some Mexican restaurants they make your guacamole in a large molcajete at your table. 

When you go to a Japanese steakhouse, they seat you at a teppanyaki table with the large griddle in the center and then prepare your dinner right in front of you. That is after all the fancy knife tricks and shrimp tail tossing and catching by your chef. In one such place in Hilton Head, South Carolina, our chef managed to catch his tossed knife in the toe of his shoe. He had to be replaced but it was quite a show. People like food as entertainment.

In sushi restaurants they slice your fish and make sushi rolls right in front of you. Dim Sum carts roll through dining rooms of Chinese restaurants to tempt you with their different selections. Some seafood restaurants will bone whole Dover Sole at your table. Steakhouses prepare steak tartare tableside. Just about everyone has had a Caesar Salad prepared tableside. 

And then there is the fire aspect. Baked Alaska or Kasseri Cheese in a saganaki pan is not the same if it doesn't come to your table on fire. We all remember in "A Christmas Carol" the flaming Figgy Pudding. 

When I started my restaurant career in the late 60's and early 70's, tableside service was in its heyday in upscale restaurants. I was taught the preparation and service of a lot of dishes. I worked at four restaurants that did tableside service, the Copper Kettle Restaurant at the Hilton Hotel and Orion's Roof at the New Cavalier Hotel both in Virginia Beach, Virginia, the Golden Pheasant Inn in Bucks County, Pennsylvania and the Inn at Sawmill Farm in West Dover, Vermont. 

We did a little tableside in my first restaurant, the Iron Gate House in Virginia Beach but when we moved to the Greenhouse in Captiva Island, Florida in the early 80's, we evolved into the open kitchen concept. A lot of fine dining had already made the switch. California sort of led the way with Spago, Stars and Chez Panisse. This was the start of the Chef as Superstar and the focus needed to be on them and their kitchens. But that is another story.  

The Golden Pheasant was the restaurant where the waitstaff did the most hands-on cooking tableside. We did Caesar Salad, Steak Diane, Cafe Diablo and Bananas Lady Duncan, start to finish tableside. We also flambeed a Duckling A L'Orange tableside but most of the preparation was done in the kitchen. Most of the tableside items you couldn't do on a busy night. There wasn't time and you need time to do these dishes properly. 

At the Sawmill Farm, we mostly finished things off tableside. We flambeed the Duck and the Steak Au Poivre. We carved the Rack of Lamb and frenched the vegetables onto plates using a spoon and fork. Frenching consists of placing the spoon and fork in one hand and using them like a pair of tongs. Mr. Rodney Williams, the owner, better known as "Bo", was an architect by trade but often worked the dining room at night. He was skilled at carving the Rack of Lamb and a bit of a magician too. One night he was carving a rack and one of the chops landed on the floor, he looked around and then a white napkin went down over it. The next minute, I looked and the chop had disappeared. Then miraculously it reappeared on the plate. Magic! You can't beat it.

All total I have done 14 things tableside. Most of the carts were simple affairs topped with a tablecloth. This way you could top that with a burner if you needed to flame or cook something or a salad bowl to do a Caesar or a carving board if you needed to slice a Rack of Lamb or Chateaubriand. 

            

Some carts specialize in one thing, cheese, pate, dim sum, drinks, desert, carving or appetizers. Some carts are elaborate affairs, with chrome or silver parts.   

   

The carts that seem to attract the most attention are the ones that burst into flames. People love fire. The art of Flambé is where alcohol is added to a hot pan to create a burst of flames. Flambé is the French word for flamed. Part of that art is to not set yourself or your customers on fire as you create that burst of flames in the pan.  

It's important to remember that you are holding a bomb in your hand. A bottle of 151 proof rum or 80 proof cognac is highly flammable and therefore very dangerous. It's sad to realize that people have been badly burned and even killed for the sake of flaming food. 

I was taught to always add the alcohol at the end of the cooking when the sauce is at its thickest. Always take the pan off the heat source, add the alcohol, gripping the bottle by the neck and using your thumb as a stopper over the bottle opening. Then replace the pan over the heat and slightly tilt the pan to the burner. The pan will burst into flame and the bottle of alcohol will be a good distance away from that.   

A lot of American restaurants employ Flambé as a sales tool in their dining rooms. Perhaps no one more than Ernie Byfield in the 30's and 40's at the world famous "Pump Room" at the Ambassador East in Chicago. At his "Booth One", he entertained stars and celebrities from all over with flaming swords of food and flaming tableside preparations. Concerning food and flame his comment was: "The people seem to like it and it doesn't harm the food much." 

Most people think the alcohol is all burned off when a dish is flambéed. This is not true, only about 25% is burned off, so you will still taste the liquor which is why it's added. People pay a lot of money to drink Grand Marnier, Cognac and Rum so they obviously like the taste. 

So what is the effect of the flame on the taste of the food. Most restaurant people agree that the flame doesn't change the flavor of the food. It's done for the dramatic visual effect it creates. It sells the sizzle. In my personal history, if you sell one flambéed duck, you end up selling 10. You can charge a lot more for a flambéed duck than for one prepared solely in the kitchen. People willingly pay for the show. And that it true for anything served tableside. Great Balls Of Fire!  Great Balls Of Cash!

 

"Great Caesar's Ghost!" The Caesar Salad is 100 Years Old

Stealing a line from Perry White of Superman fame, I was amazed to find that on July 4th 2024, the Caesar Salad had turned 100. 

Even though I lived on a farm growing up (the 1960's), our salad options focused on the iceberg variety. That's strange because we raised a lot of things but not salad greens. My mom prepared sliced cucumbers and onions in vinegar and sliced tomatoes with salt and pepper. I guess you could count them as salads but if you are talking greens, we only had iceberg and it was purchased at the store. 

It was that way in college too. I went to school in eastern North Carolina. Their culinary claim to fame was pork barbecue not salad. I worked in a restaurant part-time and their salad green of choice was always iceberg. It wasn't until I moved to Virginia Beach and started working at the Copper Kettle Restaurant that I saw salad greens other than iceberg. 

It was at the Copper Kettle Restaurant that my buddy Rat and I were taught to make Caesar Salad tableside by the Maitre'd Earl Branche. He had learned at the Nations Room at the Golden Triangle Hotel in Norfolk. I'm sure this Caesar Salad preparation originated from Tommy Seay, Bobby Gordon or Monroe Duncan. They worked the front of the house at the Nations Room but created a lot of the recipes and preparations. Rat and I refined our versions over the years and have both used the salad in all our restaurants. You can't beat perfection. 

We were taught to start with an unfinished wooden salad bowl about twenty inches in diameter. There are eleven items in the dressing and this is more of a list than an exact recipe. In the bottom of this bowl, you put two cloves of garlic and crushed them with a spoon and fork, rubbing the essence into the wood. With the spoon you scrap up the residue and discard it. You then add two or three anchovy fillets and smash them with the spoon and fork into a paste. Next add a tablespoon of dijon mustard, a couple splashes of worcestershire sauce, a dash of Tabasco, a couple splashes of red wine vinegar, the juice of one lemon, several turns of black pepper from a large peppermill, a couple tablespoons of freshly grated Parmigiano Reggiano cheese and a one minute coddled egg. 

All the additions are done with flair. You are putting on a show. Everything is vigorously stirred together with the spoon and fork. Then the extra virgin olive oil is added in a slow stream making an emulsion. You take a small spoon and taste the dressing and correct any shortcomings. 

Then the romaine leaves are added. Only the hearts, the inner leaves, are used, 6 to 8 per person and they are left whole. Freshly made croutons (French bread cut in 3/4 inch cubes, tossed with garlic infused olive oil and toasted) and additional Parmigiano Reggiano cheese are added. Everything is tossed to coat the lettuce and then placed on a chilled plate. It is served with a chilled fork as well. 

Just about every recipe or culinary technique has been done before. Not many are original to the writer of the recipe or technique. Unless you are talking molecular gastronomy which is more about science and art than about real food. To my way of thinking, it satisfies the eye and the mind not necessarily the stomach or the soul. 

There are several stories as to where the Caesar Salad actually originated and who was the creator. The most predominant being it originated at Caesar's Place, Callejón del Travieso (Alley of the Wicked) in Tijuana, Mexico on July 4th 1924. Caesar Cardini, an Italian immigrant and owner of the restaurant was the creator. Tijuana was a hopping place back then with liquor, wild women, horse racing and gambling. The Volstead Act, the noble experiment, prevented liquor from being legally consumed in the United States but that wasn't the case across the border in Mexico. The rich and famous all flocked to Tijuana to party. 

The story goes that this was a particularly busy night and the restaurant was running out of food. Caesar went back in the kitchen and took stock of what they had left. One item they had a lot of was romaine lettuce. With other items, he concocted a salad to be eaten with the fingers. Being a showman, he put everything on a cart and rolled it into the dining room and prepared the salad tableside. His customers were delighted. Thus was born the Caesar Salad.  

Other stories say Alex Cardini, Caesar's brother created it, ex-partners Paul Maggiora and Peter Frigerio created it, ex-employee Livio Santini says it was a recipe of his mother's and Caesar stole it from him. There is even a story that it was first created in 1903 in Chicago by a chef named Giacomo Junia and named after Julius Caesar. There are scores of people and places that say they were the first to come up with the Caesar Salad. 

It is one of the most popular salads in the restaurant world, right up there with the tossed garden salad. It is on the menu of tens of thousands of restaurants, in every part of this country and the world. 

Two food historians, from Tijuana, spent eight long years researching theories and investigating the testimonies of relevant witnesses and concluded that it was Caesar Cardini who created the salad in 1924. Of course, they both had a vested interest in this conclusion. 

Rosa Cardini, Caesar's daughter, constantly publicized Caesar's version of the story in the press, to the point that after a while no one questioned it. Of course, she had a vested interest too. After Prohibition was lifted and gambling outlawed in Mexico, Caesar moved to Los Angeles and was bottling his salad dressing and selling it commercially. After he died in 1956, Rosa took over the company and turned it into a multimillion dollar business. She trademarked the names, "Original Caesar's" and "Cardini". She couldn't trademark "Caesar Salad" because by this time it was too well known in the public domain.  

Over the years, I have seen Caesar Salad recipes in countless cookbooks and prepared on hundreds of television shows. They are all a little different but usually stick with the preparation Rat and I learned at the Copper Kettle. However there is one exception to this.

It is Julia Child's version of this recipe. I have been a fan of hers since the beginning of my food career. I have all of her cookbooks and have watched a number of her different cooking shows on television. As a child in 1925 or 1926, she traveled to Tijuana and to Caesar's Place with her parents. They  had the Caesar Salad made tableside by Caesar himself. Years later, she got the original recipe from Rosa Cardini. I have seen this recipe in other places as well.

The recipe is unique by what is left out compared to the recipe Rat and I  learned. There are no anchovies, red wine vinegar, Dijon mustard, or Tabasco. In her description, the romaine leaves used are only the hearts and they are left whole. They are the first thing added to the wooden salad bowl and the other dressing  ingredients are added on top. 

The idea of making the dressing on top of the leaves rather than making the dressing first and then adding the leaves make this a very different preparation. The extra virgin olive oil is added to the leaves first and they are tossed to evenly coat them. Then comes salt and several grinds of black pepper. Because there are no anchovies there needs to be a little salt added. The leaves are tossed again to distribute the salt and pepper. Then comes the lemon juice and Worcestershire sauce. A few more tosses and then the coddled egg is added. Again making sure the leaves are well coated. Then the leaves are topped with freshly grated Parmigiano Reggiano cheese and the croutons and given a final toss. The only time garlic is used is in the preparation of the croutons. They are tossed in a garlic infused olive oil and toasted. 

The only hint of anchovy comes from the Worcestershire sauce and the only hint of garlic is from the croutons. Therefore, this preparation is much lighter than the one Rat and I use. There is no chilled plate or chilled fork. The salad is meant to be eaten with the fingers. How decadent, but perfectly understandable in the wild party culture of 1920's Tijuana. 

By the time Caesar got around to making his bottled dressing, some changes had been made. I have tasted the bottled sauce and there is definitely anchovies, vinegar and Dijon mustard in there. 

There was a lot of upheaval, bankruptcies and fires in 1920's and 1930's Tijuana. Caesar had to move his location a few times. He ended up building a hotel and restaurant at 1059 Avenida Revolución that opened in 1930. Most people associate that location with Caesar and his salad. Although he is long gone, the hotel and restaurant is still there. They still serve Caesar Salad. It is now run by the Grupo Plascencia. 

The preparation they make is almost identical to mine other than they don't use Tabasco or red wine vinegar. Also they only use the yolk of the egg and use limes instead of lemons. Limes are much more common than lemons in much of Latin America and are called "Limones". The use of lemons in most recipes could be the result of a translation error. They also only serve one large crouton cut from a baguette rather than several small cubes.

I make the dressing in a blender now and use limes. I make a lot and keep the excess in a container in the refrigerator. I have a Caesar Salad about once a week either for lunch or dinner. I share the recipe with whoever wants it. I have given it to scores of people and it always includes eleven ingredients.   

Three years before Cardini's death in 1956, the Master Chefs of the 'International Society of Epicures' in Paris proclaimed Caesar's Salad as "the greatest recipe to originate from the Americas in 50 years." You can't beat perfection.

 

The Sharpest Knife In The Block

The word Chef has several meanings. In the dictionary, it means the chief cook in a restaurant or hotel. In France and much of Europe, the word has a much different meaning. It is a person in charge of the kitchen but with years of experience and copious amounts of knowledge on food, cooking, wine and beverages. This is a person who has devoted their life to preparing and serving food. One who holds an extremely high standard for the quality of the products used and on the preparation and service of those products. For years, I called myself a Chef but after traveling to Europe and eating and drinking in the restaurants there, I realize I'm a cook, a good cook but a cook nonetheless, not a Chef.   

After I sold my restaurant on Captiva, I was having a conversation with one of my former employees and he addressed me as Chef. I told him that since I had sold the restaurant I was no longer a Chef, so he didn't need to call me that. He said, "You’re always going to be Chef. That’s not a title. That’s who you are.” He had never traveled to Europe, so I can't fault him for his definition of the word.

In my path to becoming a Chef or cook as it may be, I realized that in the day to day operation of a kitchen, cooks utilized certain tools. One of these tools is a knife. A cook uses a knife probably more than any other tool. I have developed a respect and appreciation for knives, professional knives. 

My first professional knife was given to me by a chef friend in Vermont. It was a Sabatier, which is French. The friend was also a drinking buddy and worked for Mount Snow Resort. In our conversations while imbibing, he could tell I was really interested in cooking. 

He determined I needed a real knife if I was going to pursue this interest. He bought me an 8-inch chef's knife and sharpening steel. At the time, I knew nothing about the knives used in restaurant kitchens. I had helped doing prep work in some of the restaurants I had worked in and just used whatever knife was available. Most of these kitchens had commercial kitchen knives purchased from a restaurant supply company. As you can imagine these knives were inexpensive and made with low quality steel. Because of this they failed to hold an edge and needed to be sharpened constantly. 

My friend informed me that in fine dining kitchens a cook or chef was expected to bring his or her own knives to work. They were also expected to maintain those knives and keep them sharp. A sharp knife is a safe knife.  A dull knife makes you use more force to cut the food item, thus increasing the chance of a slip or accident.  

A carpenter has his or her own hammers. A mechanic has his or her own wrenches. It makes sense that a chef would have his or her own knives. I learned that it was a point of pride to have a high quality well maintained set of knives. These were carried around in a bag or roll. 

I would like to say that getting this knife was an epiphany for me where kitchen knives are concerned but sadly it was not. I did not immediately go out and buy additional Sabatier knives to make a complete set. I was still working in the front of the house in restaurants and would not progress to the back of the house for several years. I was developing an interest in cooking but it was relegated mostly to my home kitchen. This knife was also relegated mostly to my home kitchen. 

When I opened my first restaurant, The Iron Gate House, I purchased an old butcher block at an auction of a butchering facility. It was old and in bad shape with a pronounced low spot in the middle where most of the meat cleavering must have taken place.  My equipment man, Carlton Smart told me he knew a man who could fix it. The gentleman came by and put the 400lb. block in the back of his truck. He returned about 2 weeks later. He had ground the top so it was flat, beveled the edge, tightened the metal bolts that held it together, and replaced all 4 of the wooden legs. It looked great. I have used it in every restaurant I have owned. 

As I was paying him the modest amount he charged for doing all this, he mentioned his main business was knife sharpening and rentals. He would provide me with an 8 inch chef's knife, a boning knife, a serrated bread knife, a 10 inch slicing knife and a 4 inch paring knife for $5 a week. He would stop by each week and bring freshly sharpened knives to replace the used set. His knives all had a notch in the butt end of the knife, so he knew which knives in the kitchen were his. He carried them around in a rectangular wooden box. Each restaurant he serviced had their own box. I thought this was a great idea, so I joined his list of about 300 restaurants. 

We had opened on a really tight budget. We had $13 in our checking account the day we opened. We were lucky and started making money immediately. We used some of that money on equipment upgrades. Some of that was professional knives. Life was good.

I had no formal culinary training or education. I was constantly reading food magazines and cookbooks, trying to learn as much as I could. In the mid 1970's, the food world in America was in flux. The classical cooking of France still held sway, but change was in the wind. A lot of traditional cooking was replaced with nouvelle cuisine, and California cooking began to rival that in New York. 

In addition to reading, I stole with my eyes. I went to restaurants in my local area and in New York and California. I always ended up back in the kitchen talking to the Chefs and cooks. I noticed a lot of Zwilling J. A. Henckels knives. This is a company from Solingen Germany. They were very impressive knives, so I purchased a bread knife, a boning knife, a 10 inch slicing knife and an 8 inch chef's knife. These knives were heavier than my rental knives and felt solid in my hand. I liked them.

In the late 70's or early 80's, prior to a trip to New York, in one of my food magazines there was an article on everything a foodie needed to do in the city. It listed Bridge Kitchenware, Balducci's, Zabar's, JB Prince, Russ & Daughters and a knife shop in Greenwich Village that I can't remember the name of. Getting old has it's disadvantages. 

I do remember the shop itself and the old gentleman behind the counter. The storefront was dated and cluttered. There was a counter that ran down the right side as you entered and in the back were two huge grinding wheels with two men working steadily sharpening knives. There were cutting implements everywhere, not just kitchen knives but knives of all persuasions, scissors, cleavers, and hatchets. There were also knife blocks, rolls and bags. There was a fine dust on most surfaces, probably from the grinding. Cleaning wasn't high on their list of priorities. 

This was not a fancy display shop like you see in most of New York. There didn't appear to be plan as to the location of items. I'm sure there was but it wasn't evident to me. Customers came in, asked for something, it was quickly given to them, they paid and left, so they had a system. A large portion of the customers were chefs, cooks and culinary students. This was a big plus for me.   

I got into a conversation with the old man behind the counter. He said, "Why are you here?" 

I said, "I want to purchase some Henckels knives." I thought it was time I filled out my set of professional knives. I also told him I was the chef in my own small restaurant in Virginia. 

He said, "Why Henckels?" 

I said, "I like the way they feel in my hand, they hold an edge for a long time and they have a lifetime guarantee." 

He said, "Don't get me wrong Henckels is a fine knife but..." (the infamous 'but' that negates everything a person just said) ... "Wusthof is better." 

I said, "In what way?"

He said, "This is my opinion and opinions are like assholes, everyone's got one..." I was beginning to really like this crusty old guy. "Wusthof is still family owned. Henckels has been sold and is now owned by a big corporation. That makes a difference. I've noticed some changes in how the knives are made." 

"Like what?"

"Look at these two knives." He laid a 8 inch Henckels Professional S chef's knife and a 8 inch Wusthof Classic chef's knife, side by side on the counter. They looked almost identical. 

 "Both companies are from Solingen, Germany, The City of Blades. They both have been making knives for over two centuries. Both knives are made from the same high carbon rust-resistant steel, X50 Cr MoV 15. Both come with a limited lifetime warranty on defects in materials and craftsmanship. Both have a bolster and full tang which accounts for that feel in your hand. Both are hand wash only but that's the case with any quality knife."

"So they are practically the same knife?"

"Yes and no. The forging processes are different so the Wusthof is a bit harder, a 58 on the hardness scale to a 57 for the Henckels, so they will hold an edge a bit longer. Wusthof cuts their edges at 14 degrees instead of Henckels 15 degrees, so they are a bit sharper. You can see the handles are a little different. The Wusthof's is a little thicker and the bolster is shaped with an slight slope instead of a 90 degree angle like the Henckels."

I picked up both knives and held them. "There's a slight difference in the feel but they both feel great. What about price?"

The old man shook his head and said, "Yes, it always gets down to that doesn't it. Neither one of these are inexpensive but they will last you a lifetime. I've had customers who bring in Wusthof and Henckels knives to be sharpened that were owned by their mothers or fathers, some even grandmothers or grandfathers. I will also tell you, you will find both these knives at Macy's or Bloomingdale's on sale for a lot less than you are going to pay here." I like an honest man. "You will find the Henckels less expensive than the Wusthof."

"So, I should buy the Henckels at Macy's."

"That's your choice but look here. Do you see that slightly darker edge where the handle fits next to the bolster on this Henckels knife? They have used putty on it because it didn't fit perfectly. You don't see that on the Wusthof knife. I'm a suspicious old man. If the large corporation that owns Henckels is doing that what else are they doing that I can't see?"

I bought 3 knives from the old man. The knives were all Wusthof. I spent about $250 and that was a lot of money back then. I became a Wusthof convert and I like supporting small independent businesses so I bought them from the old man. I like old men who speak the truth no matter what. The last trip I took to New York the shop was no longer there. That made me sad. 

During my career, I learned how to sharpen my knives. I started with an oil stone and went to an electric sharpener for a brief while but found it took off too much metal. I have settled on a whetstone system now and am very happy with it. I only need to do this about twice a year now that I'm retired. I use a diamond sharpening rod for my serrated knives. It is very time consuming but does a great job. I use a diamond honing rod for daily aligning of the edge. 

If you look at my knife block, on the lower right you will see three Global Classic series knives from Japan, an 8 inch Chef's knife, a 5.5 inch Vegetable knife and a 4 inch Paring knife. My love of cooking and food keeps me constantly reading, researching and seeking knowledge on anything food related. I try to keep an open mind. 

A few years ago I started to see a lot of interest in knives from Japan. I think this resulted from the discovery and popularity of Sushi and Kobe beef but I could be wrong. 

I saw the Global knives in a shop in San Francisco and tried one out. It was the 8 inch chef's knife. It was much lighter than my Wusthof (5.5 ounces compared to 8 ounces) but still well balanced and easy to handle. I liked it so when I got home I researched Global. I found that these knives were different than their German competitors.

Global started in 1983, so a fairly new company. Although the knives appear to be a single piece of steel they are not. The German knives are thicker and have a full tang, one solid piece of metal with handles attached with rivets. They also have a bolster between the blade and handle which gives it balance and keeps your hand from slipping. 

The Global knives are stamped out of a different alloy of steel, CROMOVA 18 Stainless Steel. The knives are made of 3 separate pieces and TIG welded together, 2 pieces for the handle and 1 for the blade. The handle is injected with sand which gives it a perfect balance and has black painted dimples to keep it from slipping. The knife has a hardness of 56-58 on the Rockwell scale. The edge is ground straight not on a bevel like the German knives. 

The Global knives are not as expensive as their German competitors. I purchased the 3 knives as a set and spent about $150. I like them for certain jobs in the kitchen. My wife likes them because they are lighter than my Wusthof or Henckels knives. They too have a limited lifetime warranty. 

I have had most of my kitchen knives for at least 30 years, some longer. With the Wusthof and Global, I have never used the lifetime warranty. My wife accidentally dropped the Henckels serrated bread knife onto our tile floor. It landed right on the point and the blade snapped in two. Big rule in my kitchens is you never catch a falling knife. Knives can be replaced, fingers not so much. I called the Henckels people and explained what happened. They said box it up and send it to them. I explained I had no receipt. They said that doesn't matter. I sent them the knife and 2 weeks later I received a brand new knife. I did have to pay to ship it to them but nothing else. I like a company that honors their commitments.        

People are always asking me, "Why do you have so many different knives?" The simple answer is each knife is designed for a specific purpose and it does it better than any other knife in the block. Most people can get by with just 3 knives, an 8 inch chefs knife, a serrated bread knife and a 4 inch paring knife. Chefs or cooks as the case may be are a fanatical group. They want the best knife for each task in the kitchen, sometimes 2 of them. 

I currently have 25 different kitchen cutting tools ranging from a 2.5 inch bird's beak paring knife to a 15 inch slicing knife that does a fine job on large watermelons and whole prime ribs. In my life I have easily spent over $2000 on kitchen knives. Excessive? You bet! But to a cooks mind totally necessary. I might not be the sharpest knife in the block but I certainly know how to take a dull one and make it the sharpest one. 

I really love cooking. I love the feel of a professional kitchen knife in my hand. It feels like it belongs there. I bet the old man knew that.