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I knew him quite well ... but his name escapes me at the moment.  I liked the guy, but for some reason many seminarians did not, and I couldn't figure out why ... other than a general detestation of the homeless that many "conservative" types seem to have.  He did in fact work around the grounds and helped out cheerfully.

So I recall the one chef they hired, and this man was a culinary genius.  I told him all the time how great his food was, and he would always ask me what I wanted and would comply because he appreciated the compliments.  He could take the food bank garbage and turn it into gourmet meals somehow.  Unfortunately, he was let go because some seminarians accused him of stealing from their rooms, and it turned out he had been busted before, evidently having an issue with kleptomania.  After we heard the news, several of us petitioned that we would offer to stage some money near the kitchen (out of our own pockets) just to satisfy his urges, just so we could keep him there.

We must be talking about different cooks here. Scott, a Lutheran and a culinary master, used to run a tight ship in the Seminary kitchen when I was there 2000 - 2003. He was a hunter and would kill a deer, dress it on the counter in the seminary kitchen, and serve it up in gourmet fashion. I was in admiration of his down to earth skills. Everyone looked forward to his meals. His days off (Tuesday and Friday) the kitchen was staffed by Br. Gerard. God bless him, but he wasn't 1/10th the cook Scott was. He would mostly reheat stuff and make very basic fare. When it was time for liver, etc. he was the one who cooked and served it up.

I'm pretty sure he was there for years after I left, too. I certainly didn't hear the slightest rumor, during my 3 1/2 years, of any theft coming from him.

Imagine walking through the seminary kitchen and seeing a dead deer spread across the counter (the one near the window, near the metal shelving where the pots were kept). As you left the back room dining area, with the pantry on your left, you enter the Seminary kitchen. There is only one counter on your left. That's where I remember the deer carcass.

I also remember during hunting season, when he had wrapped up his work for the day (on Sunday) and he was heading home, he would drive by the seminarians outside (in the midst of Sunday afternoon recreation) and he'd blow this turkey call he had. Like I said, he was an avid hunter. He would have loved the joke, "What did Indians call vegetarians? Bad hunters."

We must be talking about different cooks here. Scott, a Lutheran and a culinary master, used to run a tight ship in the Seminary kitchen when I was there 2000 - 2003. He was a hunter and would kill a deer, dress it on the counter in the seminary kitchen, and serve it up in gourmet fashion. I was in admiration of his down to earth skills. Everyone looked forward to his meals. His days off (Tuesday and Friday) the kitchen was staffed by Br. Gerard. God bless him, but he wasn't 1/10th the cook Scott was. He would mostly reheat stuff and make very basic fare. When it was time for liver, etc. he was the one who cooked and served it up.

I'm pretty sure he was there for years after I left, too. I certainly didn't hear the slightest rumor, during my 3 1/2 years, of any theft coming from him.

Imagine walking through the seminary kitchen and seeing a dead deer spread across the counter (the one near the window, near the metal shelving where the pots were kept). As you left the back room dining area, with the pantry on your left, you enter the Seminary kitchen. There is only one counter on your left. That's where I remember the deer carcass.

I also remember during hunting season, when he had wrapped up his work for the day (on Sunday) and he was heading home, he would drive by the seminarians outside (in the midst of Sunday afternoon recreation) and he'd blow this turkey call he had. Like I said, he was an avid hunter. He would have loved the joke, "What did Indians call vegetarians? Bad hunters."

So, I was there from about 1989 - 1992, and this guy was let go just a year or two after I had left there for good (I was told about it by my brother who was there another year or two after I had left).

We must be talking about different cooks here. ... He would have loved the joke, "What did Indians call vegetarians? Bad hunters."

I really liked J.P. RIP. as we were about the same age...In 1988-89  the cook's name was Greg , his last name is written on this soup can photo attached.(I would never want to break Gooogle terms LOL )


One day we were facing each other slicing apples, when one rolled away on the counter. We both went to catch it out of reflex, but unfortunately I stabbed him in the wrist with my knife. YIKES!  I am so sorry. No blood, just shock. He went home for 2 days, and good ole Seminary had just received insurance coverage that very same day!, which is what I call a " mini miracle".
God is good!

How about the time the alcoholic seminarian from England was in the wine cellar sampling dah stuff when he stepped on a mouse trap, barefooted, (he didn't want to make any noise at 1:00 a.m.), but screamed in pain nevertheless. He 'whined' all right.! The Argentinian priest was himself in the kitchen just above, so that was the talk for a couple of days. This had the entire community smiling. Hilarious♡