Nick's

When I was growing up there was always good food in my life. Even though my mother worked a lot, when she was home the house always smelled wonderful. The smell of cakes in the oven, chicken frying on the stove, green beans and bacon simmering. And I was always in the kitchen. Looking. Learning. She taught me about food. And how to use what was available to make wonderful dishes. Incredible smells of my childhood. And I missed them.

 

Being in prison with limited resources has taught me one thing, creativity. You have to think about what you have to work with in terms of what it is composed of. And sometimes deconstruction and reconstruction of what you have can give you a totally different food item.

 

Cooking is a like a formula. Once you have an understanding of ingredients, as well as how and when to put those ingredients together, you can make just about anything. Something that can remind you there is more than just prison food. Something to remind you of home. And food, before prison.

 

So I dedicate this cookbook to my fellow inmates. And hope to inspire others to become their own……….Prison Gourmet.  And always remember.......

If you don't follow your dream, who will?

.......Emeril Lagasse