Blue Plate \\ Red Meat
For voters of all stripes, taxpayers at all levels, and citizens all of us, inauguration day is generally a day of celebration and excitement – observing the centuries-old tradition of passing the baton of representative leadership. Even if the other candidate won, we take comfort and pride in the transition of power from one president to another. In 2021, instead of feeling like celebrating, some of us might feel troubled & anxious or disappointed & bitter. Excitement might give way to mere relief, or pride might give way to distrust. No matter what color your blood runs, this has been a strenuous election year, and we thought we’d offer up some non-partisan comfort food.
If you’ve been with us for a while, you may know that Chef Sam hails from a family of Italian chefs, from his father Big Sam to his grandfather Bíga Sáma – who immigrated to the US at the age of 16 with little more than the clothes on his back and started Myrtle Beach’s first Italian restaurant in 1956*. It’s well-known that Italian culinary traditions are formidable – it’s not merely cooking, it’s celebrating the food and enjoying comfort of friends and family while breaking bread and telling stories. From the inception of YFYT, Chef Sam has wanted to help build community around the dinner table with the farmers’ food and the people we share our lives with.
Enter lasagna. This is not just any lasagna, this is My Dad’s Lasagna, as first made by Bíga Sáma, as refined by Big Sam, as interpreted by Uncle Richard, and as served up by Chef Sam. If lasagna is the King of Comfort Food, then this lasagna conquers them all and hails from King’s Landing!
So settle in on inauguration night, serve up some lasagna, and try to relax in the company of your friends and family. Dinner includes ♥ romaine, basil and radicchio salad with cucumbers, 9 Grain Croutons, and red wine vinaigrette; ♥ My Dad’s Lasagna with ricotta, Bolognese, and mozzarella; and ♥ lady apple pie with brown sugar crust and cinnamon glaze (BYO vanilla ice cream!).
* Not to make fun or anything, but everybody who ever met Bíga Sáma “does” him, and when they “do” Bíga Sáma, every word ends in “a” or “ah” or “uh,” depending on whether your ear is northern or southern. But I digress.