A New York Foodie’s Bonafides and Particulars Hi, I'm Jim. I am a big man, recreational fisherman, home cook in a tiny kitchen in my native New York. I hook it and cook it, buy it and fry it and I know my way around The Big Apple. My love of food has driven me... Continue Reading →
This is the trailer produced by Steve Jeffares of Australia’s Handmade Productions a couple of years back. Hope you enjoy! JKS 9/16/17
“The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions of hope.” John Buchan Fishing is an imperfect art form. Tides can be predicted years in advance, but they are not perfect. Just as often, the weather is imperfect at sea and you learn... Continue Reading →
A once rundown section of Brooklyn's storied waterfront with dilapidated piers and empty lots has been transformed into one of New York City's most interesting parks. Brooklyn Bridge Park includes a manmade green belt, saltwater marshlands, state of the art public sports facilities, several great dining options, a pool, a picnic section with grills for use and... Continue Reading →
"There's a fine line between fishing and standing on the shore looking like an idiot." Steven Wright "Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after." Henry David Thoreau As a kid growing up in New York City, it was difficult to find clean, safe places... Continue Reading →
Here is a compilation of sunrise and sunset photos I have taken around New York City over the past few years. Enjoy! ALL PHOTOS ARE PROPERTY OF ERINGOSCRATCH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
“If you wish happiness for an hour, get intoxicated. If you wish happiness for 3 days, get married. If you wish happiness for 8 days, kill a pig and eat it. If you wish happiness forever, then learn to fish...” –Unknown “Truth is stranger than fishin’ ” Jimmy Buffett When you think of New... Continue Reading →
People often ask me how I fell in love with cooking. I followed my nose, with my heart and stomach not far behind. It was the magical late autumn of 1969. I’ve always been drawn to the heat of the kitchen. It was where all the action was when Irish people got together to drink... Continue Reading →