ConCuisinier

Oooops. My computer skills are a little rusty after all that time locked up. Fresh fruit was one of my friend Sam's big fantasies. We didn't get any in CCA?CADC. Someone sended him a box of peaches from one of those Fruit of the Month clubs, but it got returned 'cuz it was "contraband." He tried to give it to the Unit and Case managers but they were all concerned that it might have narcotics or methamphetamine in it. Sam kept saying that he'd pay $5 bucks for an apple or a banana. We don't have Fairway out here in Arizona, but Sam always said we'd missed something great with those peaches. He thought Tony's wife Nancy might of sended them from New York City. If you wondered why we don't get fruit, its 'cause all the Paysanes would makee jail hooch out of it. We did get a tiny little slice of Watermelon on the 4 of July, but the CO's watched us eat it and then counted up the skins. It wasn't even cold. When Sam gets back into gen pop he'll probably want to tell you about it. if anyone want to write to him i'm sure he'd apreciate it. I'm afraid he might be in "seg" since he hasn't called me yet or had anymore stuff put up here. Hey Sam, stay strong bro', Cindi's waiting for you.

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mix schmix. having just been released from incarceration into the capable hands of the USParole and Probation Office i am prohibited from even ONE bloody. i had two "virgin mary's" / bloody "shames" the first day out, and it just ain't the same w/o the hootch. i mean its too tomato-ey. club soda helped alot. i've got 35 years in the bar biz and more secrets than that, and my hometown of NYC probably sells more perverse versions than anywhere. keep it simple. Sacramento and only Sac tom juice. L & P Worschestire. real Tabasco. Fresh horseradish. Lots. Fresh black pepper. Koscher salt. a coupla drops of lemon from a fruit not a bottle. a celery stick -- preferably from the otherwise unusable feathery heart. Ice. Drink. Tip the bartender. My friend Chef Sam used to bitch on Sunday mornings in jail: "Jeez! If i only could have two bloody friggin' Mary's and one cigarette..." And for God's sake keep that awful musty celery salt for some other purpose (cat food ?). --ConCuisinier---

Hullo Board Members; As many of seem to question "Sam's" authenticity or at least the accuracy of his reporting, allow me to weigh in with the "ayes" on this . I've just been released from the Federal Corrections Institiution at Florence. I've made the man's acquaintance in the Sonora desserts of Arizona. He's not your average jailbird, for sure. He's not your average Chef, either. And yes, he makes chicken soup weekly, though our NAFTA trading partners to the South who make up the bulk of the CCA/CADC gen pop seem more amused than confused these days. They even BRING him their chicken bones unsolicited like. He's making the best of what for him is a hard time, pardon the obvivous pun. Wish him well, and know he's a damn good cook. Weird, but a damn good cook. He's too old, too new at the life, and way too New York for a jailbird, but after a couple of weeks you get used to him, you might even like him. I showed him how to bake a cake. I'm checking his email for him (no internet in US Marshall facilities) so keep the cards and letters coming. Stay strong Sammy. Cindi's waiting for you dude.