Guilty's Super Bowl Poetry

                                    Guiltfully in the Kitchen we love to create.
                           A top secret Superbowl sauce for those who celebrate
                                   Knowing an extra ladle of love will make it great,
                                      All those found Guilty can hardly wait.
                                 Cherishing our bountiful second and third plates.
                        Come Sunday, Guilty and his front row friends will be there.
                                            Ribs, Hoagies and tasty sides
                                                  Broncos and Seahawks,
                                                  Oh what a decadent ride.

Biscuits, Biscuits and more Biscuits. Some days you just got to bake'm and weep

I wake up every morning with the best of intentions.  This is the day I strictly follow my diet.

8 am. Sound the trumpets.  Print the flyers.  And capture the flag.  This is the day.

8:30 am.  My Guilty Meter is starting it's Siren call.  Damn.  I am in deep trouble.  My will power is starting to crumble.  And then it happens.

9:00 am.  The Southern biscuits have arrived.  Tall and buttery.
Like the Battle of Chancellorville, the struggle is lost.  At least temporarily.  

Rally round the flag.  I feel a comeback in the making or a second biscuit with jam.

Looking for a three way? Guilty's got you covered

When it comes reaching the pinnacle of Guilty Mountain, nothing is more satisfying than enjoying a thick chop perfectly grilled and a cold beverage. Veal, pork or prime rib. I love all three types of macho on the bone dining.  I reach the Guilty Zone when there's a three way on my plate.  The parade of chops with sauteed onions and an Oyster mushroom demi is always one of most decadent meals you could ever imagine.

Extra napkins please.  And yes, it's more than okay to pick up the bone,

Live Well. Live Guilty. Live a Legendary Life......

January 17th came and went last week without raising a glass to the American Hobbit aka Benjamin Franklin. We corrected that oversight with a fine French Bougelet.  One of the Founding members of the Guilty Pleasures was toasted recently in Princeton as we catered a Guilty Pleasures luncheon featuring Filet Mignon soaked in roasted shallot butter. On decree from the secret brain trust of the Guilty Pleasures Club, no calorie counting was allowed in this Central Jersey hamlet for January and February as spicy french fries and beer-battered onion rings provided the perfect accompaniments to our exceptionally tender tenderloin.

Individually prepared by Chef Greg and Chef Jay, the Banana's Foster provided a wickedly delicious dessert. This flambeed Mari Gras favorite is always a GPC attention getter. Second servings are highly-recommended.

This decadent winter luncheon was worthy of a Guilties nomination, Copycating is enthusiastically encouraged. After all, the pursuit of happiness is a groundbreaking inalienable right granted by the U.S. Constitution. It has been long rumored that the esteemed Dr. Benjamin Franklin, looking to hide a secret life, was an original member of the Guilty Pleasures Club. We are still waiting on official confirmation. There is no better way to celebrate the monumental moments in your life than with an event extraordinaire catered by Provence.

To paraphrase the wisdom and visionary words of our most-famous local founding father.......

Raise your glass in tribute.  Live Well. Live Guilty. Live a Legendary life!

Working hand in hand with Guilty Too

Guilty Too loves his Guilty Pleasures. As you might expect, I have trained him well. GT knows when to double down on the Baby Backs and pile the bacon 
high when the cheeseburger is grilled perfectly.  Being close to the throne, he's been deftly mentored to meet all Guiltorious challenges.  GT understands the importance of savoring the moment and telling a wondrous story. This teenage pup leads by example and always has my back.  He's definitely a huge help when it matters the most.  

The Big Snow just started and there's even more expected tomorrow. It's the perfect time to plan that fun party you have been dreaming about. Break out the snow blower, summon your son and call your caterer.

www.provencecatering.com

Daring with the details

Fine dining, tailgating, family room or man cave, it's impossible to ascend to the heights of Guilty Pleasure Glory without the right tools.  No matter what the event or location, you need to be well-prepared to relish the moment.

Thankfully Guilty has help.  No one is better at being daring with the details of personal fun or elegant entertaining than my beautiful wife,Thin Mint.  She has incredible taste and is not afraid to take risks.  That's one of many things I love that about her!

Of course at work or home, we have help from an experienced team.  When it comes to innovation, Guilty's new operations coordinator is part Professor Gadget and part Bill Nye the Science Guy.  

That combo works for me.

"Let's talk about last night. It was incredible!"

When you go Guilty, the morning after your amazing party is always awesome.  You're still reliving every moment and your guests are too.  

"That was some party last evening." Did you expect anything less?

"The caterer had so many great ideas and the food was fabulous." But of course, we had Thin Mint and her team.

"We had so much fun out on the lawn and I loved your dress." Everyone did!

          Give them something to talk about. 

                 Great Parties by Provence.

Fire up the grill and hunker down for the weekend. Guilty Style

Sunday's NFL playoff games are starting creep into my Guiltorious mindset and menu planning meetings. Hi-end catering has many perks and this process is where Guilty is playing with a full deck. For starters, we are going to fire up Guilty's new grill. What should we woof? Kielbasa?? Definitely.  Brats, Absolutely. Juniper Berry Sauerkraut. Oh yeah!!!.  Those soft torpedo rolls we love to devour are ordered and the parade of mustard's will be at the ready.  Let's Hunker down for a Going Guilty weekend,

Here is IBFoodie's Classic GPC posting on his lifelong love affair with the Polish Prince of Sausage.

What would make a self proclaimed foodie like myself get up at 5:30 AM on a winter day & drive 115 miles to a coal region town in central Pennsylvania.? Kielbasa of course! I mean real Polish Kielbasa, made with three generations of love & care. Hand crafted & incredibly delicious. Kowaloneks Kielbasa shop in Shenandoah is just that place. Mark is the third generation master sausage maker who has blended technology with the old world family recipes to develop products that warm the soul. The attention to old world traditions is what makes their products unique, true & wonderful. Whether you choose the fresh, smoked or one of their specialty products you will see why foodies like myself are willing to drive two hours to get a fix! http://www.kielbasy.net/ is a must visit site for true foodies. Having sampled Kielbasa in Port Richmond and Trenton I still am willing to make the drive to Shenandoah for my stash of heavenly meat. It is a true joy to have so many smiling faces willing to assist you and answer any questions as well as the finishing touch of them bringing your order to the car. As a side note note I must applaud the other foodies who so truly appreciate my passion. The man next to me in line just drove three hours from Baltimore.

Quiet please......Guilty Geniuses at work.

Silence in the morning never gets old. With our busy schedules, quietude & seclusion have become a certified Guilty Pleasure. I am always the most productive when door's closed and the mind is open.  Unfortunately, that mellow moment does not happen nearly enough.  As the hospitality business grows, countless people want my attention.  From relentless telemarketers to pushy financial planners to a rude people to bogus charities, the assault on my senses from external sources never stops.

It's a bitter pill to swallow and Guilty Geniuses everywhere need relief. I am sure you can relate.

For everyone looking for rummage through my worn wallet, the Big Boss is not changing credit card processing. Guilty is not buying a copier or the IT services that follow. Guilty is not advancing you money to purchase cigarettes. Guilty is not giving you a small loan to play Fantasy Football. And no, you cannot bring your probation officer to work.  The Stupid Window is now closed.

Like the Librarian at Ben Franklin Elementary School constantly preached, QUIET PLEASE. Uncle Sam, Mrs. Bush and Guilty thank you for cooperating.

Guilty Dilemma 6048 and still counting

I have made thousands of Guilty Pleasure decisions over the years,  They are always an impulsive, yet thoughtful process.  This is how it all happens.....................

I am alone in my decadent den with a slaphappy pooch watching hockey when a dessert decision for the family manifests itself into a Guilty Dilemma.  What should we have for dessert?  We have chocolate caramel brownies stashed away from our 5 pm pastry sampling. No one is better than Guilty at packaging up those tasty leftovers when it counts.  Or perhaps we should have grilled golden pineapple instead.

Since we already sampled the gooey brownies earlier in the day, I took a pass on a chocolate overload. Now the Guilty Dilemma....Do we go healthy or do we break out my secret ice cream scoop?  Dare I go cold on cold in winter?  I knew the answer, but until I brought out our woolen sweaters, I was afraid to come clean with Thin Mint.

It's mid-January in Philadelphia and I am pining ice cream like six year old in July.      I decided to sample several of the new flavors of Talenti Gelato that were recently stockpiled. Then I topped with the best golden pineapple ever!. You must know my Guilty vision is always astute. The world could end tomorrow and Guilty would still need a full pantry to enjoy on the dark side of moon.

There have been so many Guilty Dilemmas in my legendary life, I have stopped counting. Thankfully I have never made the wrong decision when it comes to Living Well in the front row.