Your cooking resolutions for 2021

James P. DeWan

Talking of residence cooking, I was strolling via a cemetery the other day, the historic Graceland on Chicago’s North Facet. Holy cripes on toast, you need to see the monuments. This a person lifeless guy, Potter Palmer — you have read of The Palmer Home Resort? That’s him — he’s received an genuine 16-columned Greek-design and style temple with matching sarcophagi for himself and his wife, who pretty much was named Bertha.

Here’s my concern: Obviously, Potter (or “Pooter,” as he was recognized in grammar college) spent 37 tons of money on his upscale tombstone, but, does that indicate he also will get to be far more dead than the rest of us? Like, he’s up there in Initially Class Dead having absolutely free Champagne poured over his carcass by the horned and gnashing flight attendant although the rest of us suckers are back in Coach Lifeless not staying equipped to decide involving the chicken cordon bleu and the beef guidelines. Mainly because we’re useless.