Hello, I’m Alistair. William and I are kin and he has been kind enough to eulogize me below. Enjoy…
Long ago, deep in the South of the United States, a child was born. Though born into the world of the South, his life was divided. At home, his British father and French mother presented one view of the world. They began by naming him Alistair, the most un-Southern name they could think of in an effort to shield him from the (culinary) dangers that surrounded him. Once out of the home, the realities of Southern comfort food reared their ugly (delicious!) heads. The child did not stand a chance.
It was not long before Alistair was drinking iced tea sweet enough to make teeth hurt, frequenting Waffle House, and addicted to chocolate chip cookies.
In the home, Alistair dutifully learned how to make French sauces and how the Brits like to thoroughly boil the flavor out of their food. But American and Southern classics like, hamburgers, mac ‘n cheese, grits, and collard greens, quickly became some of his favorite foods.
One summer in college, Alistair was going to get the shock of his life. During a study abroad semester in Europe, he was appalled to learn that sweet tea, chocolate chips, and peanut butter are rare and precious commodities in Europe. A few years later he returned on a crusade to make chocolate chip cookies the American way.
While still fighting the good fight, he has come to love some European foods, such as the delicious tapas and paella in Spain, and the breads and pastries of France. Naturally curious, it was a matter of time before he started trying to make these himself.
He wishes that good American craft beer was available in Europe and that someone would import chocolate chips to make cookies.
He has been known both as the “lil’ bear” and the “edgy puppy”.
Wikipedia still lacks an entry for his birth, but there is one Facebook group.
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