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Barry Zolo’s Best Brainstorms

A few months after our dad died, we went through his apartment. In his bedroom were several international cookbooks and how to learn languages books.

Growing up our dad was always making some dish such as Hungarian goulash, cannoli’s, tacos, and chili.

He loved to learn different languages such as Dutch, Turkish, Spanish, Arabic and more. He would pace up and down the hall reciting the words by tape recorder.   

Dad was also very fond of guitars and was a huge fan of Andrés Segovia, a Spanish guitarist. At one point dad made a few beautiful guitars from scratch.

On his walls were index cards with his thoughts written out. Many were advice on learning languages and cooking which were his passions.

Dad didn’t have a ton of items to preserve or for any of his nine children to keep. He wasn’t very sentimental and often discarded items after quickly after he bought them.

In tribute, here are some of Barry Zolo’s thoughts on life, cooking and languages.

Barry and Mary Zolo.

“It’s a jungle out there.”

“The only way to quit is to not buy them.”

“So you’re a veteran- that don’t mean shit.”

“You’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t.”

“As long as she’s not married to you, she can’t steal from you again.”

“Mary is not a cook. She’s a bus driver. That’s what she has always been. She has never been a cook.”

“The clock shouldn’t intrude into the bedroom or the phone either.”

“It’s nice to dream, but reality intrudes.”

“When you were drinking you lost your balance and fell to the floor. Don’t drink on an empty stomach.”

“You better stay out of the cold!”

“Don’t make a recipe that you can’t afford.”

“Clocks are useful for cooking purposes.”

“Buy only canned corn beef.”

“Thaw one thigh at a time-When ready to fry it. Use thick sliced potatoes.”

“Don’t build up leftovers in the fridge. Throw them out.”

“Always incorporate an egg or two into your soup to enrich your soup.”

“Fried chicken is only good if it’s fresh.”

“Only use chili powder and buy in sealed bottles.”

“Crispy coating- 1 beaten egg, 1/3 cup milk.”

“The Dutch oven is better than the 10-inch skillet.”

“A good recipe should be simple enough to be practical to use in the home kitchen. Accurate enough so that the dish can be reproduced.”

“You buy your potato salad at Walmart.”

“You don’t make pizza you buy it. You don’t attempt to alter it after that. If you do, it’s not Italian anymore. Too much is worse than too little.”

“Coffee is good anytime.”

“When you clean the fryer, strain the oil.”

“Most recipes assume you know a thing or two about cooking so not every detail is explained in the recipe.”

“Pressure cookers and slow cookers are a bad idea and should not be used. The old fashion Dutch oven should be used instead.”

“Real Chinese food has to be prepared by an expert.”

“Don’t buy such a large package of chicken. Buy a small package of chicken thighs (4 thighs).”

“Don’t try to keep food hot too long, it breaks down.”

“Once a dish is completed don’t monkey with it.”

“Hot if juice squirts out when you poke a brat on the grill, it’s done. They are all done.”

“Pick out a recipe you are going to use and follow it to the letter.”

“The appearance of food is a clue to its quality.”

“Don’t throw away any cooking items because you would only have to buy them back in the future again.”

“The tendency with slow cookers is to overcook the food. And food that is overcooked does not look good.”

“Cooking- You can’t get more out of something than you put into it.”

“A measure of trial and error will be needed to optimize the results in cooking. Use just what is needed.”

“A little food goes a long way.”

“A meal without wine is like a day without sunshine-French proverb.”

“Give some thought as to how it’s going to look when you make it.”

“Learn it but never say Italian. You either can speak it or can’t. I like to eat but I don’t like to cook.”

“Anyone can learn a foreign language if they are willing to work at it. Time spaced once every 3 days.”

“Living language is a good place to start. You have to start somewhere. Write them out.”

“You only need to know Italian if you will be going to Italy. It’s like Spanish.”

“Learning a second language can take years. There is no fast way.”

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I wish there was nicotine in heaven 

I marked my dad’s would-be 78th birthday with a teeth cleaning and a small lunch. Both things he would not have liked. He would have wanted to eat a large unhealthy meal and smoked a carton of cigarettes.

As he was dying all I could do was play somber songs on YouTube and hold his hand. Even near death, he just wanted to go home so he could smoke.

“Home,” was one of the last things he said to us.

The scene in “Ghost” makes me think of my dad. The part when the angry ghost on the subway sees cigarettes pouring out of the vending machine.

“I would give anything for a drag,” he said.

That would be my dad both cranky and needing his fix in the afterlife. For him, I wish there was nicotine in heaven.

I’m not sure how to honor someone I didn’t have much of a connection to. When he was alive I sent a Christmas card or told my brother who lived with him to wish him happy birthday.

My younger brother was very close to him and said he knows dad is looking over him. I’m not sure if my dad is watching over me. He always acted indifferent to me and what was going on in my life. I don’t blame him for not taking the time since there were nine kids.

“Dad, I’m a journalist now.”

“Oh….that’s.. nice..,” he said.

Growing up he was not caring or loving. In fact, he was very mean. You aren’t supposed to bash someone after they die but he was a selfish asshole.

As I got older I did see a more caring human being. I think he realized the error of his ways.

During college, I had to have a procedure to remove suspicious cells from my cervix.

“Karen, do you need a body part,” dad asked.

He was very serious.

“Yeah dad, do you have a spare cervix and ovaries hanging over your shower curtain?”

Me and my dad had nothing really in common. His motto was live for the day. He spent money as if there wasn’t a tomorrow.

I’m so riddled with anxiety that I could not live that way. I’m always worried about what comes next.

He was crafty and could make and play guitars and studied culinary art.

I’m a disaster in the kitchen and not artistic.

The only thing I know how to do is write. Sometimes I feel I don’t even do that well.

He enjoyed classical music and learning different languages. I have no patience or interest in either one. Dad loved “The Exorcist” and hearing about aliens and Area 51.

My interests are in memoirs and documentaries. I’m a news junkie and love traveling.

Dad loved fried food and it makes my stomach turn thinking of the grease.

During Thanksgiving, my brother mentioned my dad loved pecan pie like me. I guess that is something to build off of.

How do you honor or remember a parent who was so different from you? How do you build a connection after they departed from this world?

I’m left feeling guilt for not putting in an effort when he was alive. But he was a difficult person to get along with.

I have his ashes in my living room. I can’t bring myself to talk to the urn. I have his watch that he was wearing when he died. I was in the room when it happened. I would have thought that alone would have given me some feeling of closeness. There was no dramatic goodbye. One minute I could hear him breathing and the next was just silence.

I don’t know what to say to make myself feel better.

His apartment walls are yellowed from smoke. In his bedroom my brother found little goofy notes about himself and my twin brother. I wonder if there is anything in there about his daughters. He always favored his six sons over his three daughters. At least my brothers have a silly note to hang onto.

I don’t really feel his presence. There is no sign from above that he is there.

Only once after he died in September, I felt him near. I was leaving Jazzercise and put on the radio. “I will always love you” came on.

Bittersweet memories
That is all I’m taking with me
So goodbye, please don’t cry
We both know I’m not what you, you need
And I will always love you

I hope life treats you kind
And I hope you have all you’ve dreamed of
And I’m wishing you joy and happiness
But above all this, I’m wishing you love

I felt this was my dad’s message to me. He knew he wasn’t the best person in my life but he did love me. So how do I honor his life? I guess by pursuing the joy and happiness he wanted for all nine of his children.

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