I was blessed to call him my Bread and Jam Mentor
Steve generously and patiently answered all of my questions in my trials and tribulations of baking bread and making jam. We would trade jams and he would gently critique mine for me. At one point, he had suggested that we meet to talk recipes, but I rather liked having him be that voice at the end of the keyboard. We continued our friendship over the past years. Each and every time I needed a recipe, he would graciously open his vast collection and send me several to try. A few months ago, I mentioned that I had noticed that his postings had waned and joked that I missed having a good laugh over his zingers. He wrote back and said that "someone had to keep us on our toes". In July, I sent him a T shirt from Boccalone (how could I pass up a tshirt with "Tasty Salted Pig Parts" for him?) and in his thank you card, he wrote, "I'll wear it with my "Cochon" hat from New Orleans, kind of a neo-kosher homage, just the thing for a curmudgeonly 61 year old like me!" Just the way that I would like to remember my dear friend. Rest in Heavenly Peace, Steve.