Black 31

Here I am on my birthday with my Black 31 presents. Here's to you Uncle Joey

Today is Halloween and, although it's a night of partying for many people, or spooky and sugary traditions for others, I am not bothered that I have to work this evening. As a child, due to time and other engagements, there were only a couple of times where I got dressed up and went trick or treating. Although it is a sad predicament now, it was just the kind of upbringing that made me, a kid, value the holidays. It's not always about the presents and prizes, but the food and the people and family around you. In the past five years, I've spent time with the most influential people in my life, whom I call family. And my family isn't just parents and siblings, but my culinary family, too.

Where I worked, the summer months were always the hardest because, well honestly, I was working at the Diner. Doing catering after catering while running a restaurant with a Marine at the head is like going through cooking boot camp every single day. And at the ripe age of 18, Billy D turned me into a make-it-happen machine. No matter how big or small the job, we always made it happen while putting out the best food. He was like a father pushing me daily to be better and work harder. He pushed me to get my Bachelors Degree and work for his brother, Chef Uncle Joey Desimone, whom, when I first met, snapped a picture of me in my Santa hat and said I'm going to make you famous.  Two years after that notorious picture, I spent Thanksgiving in Los Angeles and Christmas in San Francisco, working with Uncle Joey and the rest of the crew and making my dreams, of cooking for some of California's best chefs, a reality.

Year after year, my families have slowly changed. It has grown, like being a part of Kikko's family holiday traditions (where I'll be joining again this year), while others have left me with only the memories and legacies of the greats, like Uncle Joey now. Since his passing, I haven't been able to write without it being all about him. He was a hero to me because of how much my culinary Dad, Billy, looked up to him.  Life goes on through thick and thin and, sometimes, the only thing you can do is to keep living the dream.

Now, just two days after my twenty third birthday, I am reminded by how many different families I have, all over the United States, as I go through my birthday wishes I've received through Facebook or texts. I am blessed to have so many families, all by many different passions but always brought together by food.  Over the next two months, I encourage you to celebrate with the families you have around you and remember the joy and festivities you get to take part in with others during the Thanksgiving and Christmas seasons.

Keep living the dream,

Hines