More than anything, this is a memory of a dinner. A memory of dinner with my Dad and my family. Memory helps to keep the past alive. Dad, though gone from this life, lives on in us--those at this dinner table.
It was the most unusual place.       
A restaurant tucked away on a seldom-traveled street near the Massachusetts and New Hampshire borderline. Today, I am no longer sure of what state we were in!
Was there a sign? I do not recall. If there was a sign it was       rather small; as was the restaurant.       
There were no waiters or waitresses, nor busboys. There was the       owner, The Chef.
"Is this your first time here?"       
"Yes," we answered. There were my sisters, Michelle and Darlene.       Their husbands, Stuart and Paul. My niece, Nina. My ex, Betsy, and       our children, Danielle and Daryl. My brother, Dennis and his wife, Debbie. And there was my beloved Dad,       Alfred (aka Fred) Barone.       
"Put yourselves in my hands," said Chef. "I'll cook some special       things just for you and then I'll bring them out, one-at-a-time.       Appetizers. Little bites. Maybe some scallops to start. And Beet       Tartare with Capers, Mustard and Shallots. Homemade breads and       Extra Virgin Olive Oil  from Tuscany. Then some pasta. Ravioli.       Tortellini. Anyone like Lobster Sauce? (We all nodded yes.) And       then I'll bring you your special entrees. You can share. Veal       Scallopini. Eggplant Parmesan. Seared Baby Squid with Parsley and       Garlic. Sauteed Quail with Mustard and Garlic. And deserts, of       course."       
The kitchen was just a few steps away. And there were only a few       tables in the restaurant. Maybe seven or eight; at the most ten small tables.       All different in shape and size. The room I recall was dark; red       brick--I have photographs, somewhere. There was a painting of       Jesus on the Cross and across the room there were landscapes and       maybe a portrait. It was eclectic but comforting, like instruments       in an orchestra all working together to create a masterpiece.       
The meal--the event--
was a masterpiece. The little bites just kept       coming out from the kitchen. And Chef would say, "Are you all       enjoying your evening?"
Did I mention the hot bruschetta topped       with garlic, basil and tomatoes? The olives and marinated       eggplant?
I felt, we all felt, as if we were at home eating       together in our kitchen--in Fred's Kitchen; Dad's Kitchen. It was that special. We drank wine, of       course, all recommendations from Chef, and my children drank       wine, too. Reds in large glasses. Bon Appetit!       
The restaurant is no longer there but Chef has opened a new       restaurant. If I ever open a restaurant it would be just like this       most unusual place--or it will be a Food Truck--and I will call it Bruce's Kitchen and I will       serve with love healthy and inspired food for everyday       celebrations.       
Here, have some soup.

         "I feel like having soup           for dinner," said Susan.
 So I made Ribollita, which means           're-cooked' in Italy, and slow cooking is the secret of this           hearty winter vegetable soup designed for wood stoves or back           burners. There are many different recipes, but most Tuscan           recipes call for cavolo nero - black leaf kale - the closest           substitute being savoy (red) cabbage - and cannellini - tuscan           white beans - the closest substitute being Great Northern           beans. There are many variations, try the one that seems the           most appealing to you. A specialty of Tuscany, this hearty           bean and vegetable soup is served all over Florence in the           winter. I used store-bought kale but you could substitute           Savoy.
Ingredients
 
3 tbsp olive oil
2 medium red onions, coarsely chopped
3 carrots, sliced
3 celery stalks, coarsely chopped
3 garlic cloves, chopped
1 tbsp fresh thyme
14 oz canned cannellini beans, drained and rinsed
14 oz canned chopped tomatoes
2 1/2 cups vegetable stock
2 tbsp chopped fresh parsley
1 lb Tuscan kale, trimmed and sliced
1 small day-old or toasted ciabatta loaf, torn into small           pieces
salt and pepper
Directions 
Heat oil in large saucepan           and cook onions, carrots, and celery for 10-15 minutes,           stirring frequently. Add garlic, thyme, and salt and pepper to           taste. Continue to cook for an additional few minutes, until           the vegetables are golden and caramelized.
Add the cannellini beans           and tomatoes. Add stock to cover. Bring to a boil and add kale           and cook for 20-30 minutes, until kale is cooked. Stir in bread (or serve as           side to sop). The soup should be thick.
Ladle into warmed serving           bowls and serve hot, drizzled with extra virgin olive oil, and Parmesan cheese--if you desire. Serve with red wine. And LOVE!
Recipe from "Soup Bowl."           Love Food books, an imprint of Parragon Books Ltd. '07
 
 Do you have a favorite and beautiful  memory about your family? I would love to hear about it!