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My Client's Recipes: Homemade Cooking from Thirty Years of Kitchens

Through the Front Door

I have been in a lot of kitchens. And here’s the part that surprises people: I never trained as a cook. Never worked a restaurant line, never went to any school for it. I got into all those kitchens the same way every time – I knocked on the front door.

I started young, selling vacuum cleaners door to door. If you’ve never done it, let me tell you, there is no faster education in human beings on this earth. You learn to read a porch before you reach it. You learn that the real secret to getting invited inside is to be genuinely, unhurriedly interested in whoever opens the door. Thousands of doors. Thousands of living rooms. And almost always, sooner or later, the kitchen – because that’s where the coffee is, and that’s where people finally relax enough to talk to you like a person.

Then I started selling cookware, and that changed everything. Because the way you sell good cookware isn’t with a pitch – it’s with a dinner. You set up right in the family’s own kitchen, with their own groceries, and you cook them a full meal in the pots you’re hoping they’ll buy. I cooked dinner in a lot of homes that way, mostly across Utah. Pot roasts and pork chops and skillets of green beans for families I’d met an hour before.

And that, though I didn’t know it at the time, is where this whole book really began. Because I’d be standing at a stranger’s stove, and the lady of the house would drift over, watch me a minute, and say something like, “Oh, that’s nice – but you know what my mother used to do?” And then she’d tell me. Just like that, the salesman became the student. I started writing them down on the backs of order forms before I’d even finished the demo. I sold a lot of cookware in those years. I collected a whole lot more than that.

Eventually I found my way back home to California. I knocked doors for Comcast for a stretch – still ringing bells, still ending up at kitchen tables, still asking. Then I went into handyman work, and that was a different kind of welcome altogether. When you fix what’s broken in somebody’s home, you become part of the place. People learn your name. They call you back. They tell their neighbors. I got known in my areas – and it turns out a handyman gets offered just as much lunch as a cookware salesman, maybe more, because by then they trust you.

In 2020, a man I knew offered to sell me his business, State of the Art Cleaning, here in Solano County – carpets, tile, upholstery. I took it over, and just like that I was back through the front doors again. Into the spotless kitchens and the lived-in ones, the new builds and the old farmhouses with thirty years of Sunday dinners worked right into the floors. More homes. More coffee. More “you have got to try this before you go.”

So that’s the real story. Five different trades, two states, more years than I’ll admit to in print – and one habit that never once changed. Wherever I was, whoever I happened to be working for that season, I asked for the recipe. I’ve got them on invoices and order forms and the backs of a hundred business cards. This book is the best of them: the dishes people were proudest of, the ones they made me stop and taste, the ones they could not let me walk out the door without.

I’ve changed the names and blended a few details here and there, because what happens inside a person’s home is their business, and I’ve always taken that seriously – it’s half the reason folks let me in to begin with. But the cooking is real. Every recipe in here came off a real plate that a real person was proud enough to hand me a fork for. I’ve tested them, written them out plain, and – my favorite part – kept each cook’s own voice in the little secret at the end of every recipe. When you read those, you’re hearing them. Not me.

You don’t need to be a chef. I never was. Neither were they – they were grandmothers and firefighters and night-shift workers and guys who hosted the tailgate. Regular people who got extraordinary at one or two things by making them over and over for the people they loved. That’s a thing anybody can do. Including you.

So pull up a chair at somebody else’s kitchen table. I’ve been collecting them a long time. There’s always room for one more.

– Alex

Mrs. Delgado’s Hot Crab Dip

Mrs. Delgado had a spotless kitchen on Marshall Road and a reputation at her bunco group that rested entirely on this dip. She told me – while I was still rolling up my hoses – that she’d been asked for the recipe so many times she finally just printed it on little cards. She never gave me a card. She made me promise to memorize it instead. This is me keeping the promise.

Serves 8 as an appetizer · Active 15 min · Total 40 min · Level: Easy

Ingredients

8 oz cream cheese, softened

1/2 cup mayonnaise

1/2 cup sour cream

8 oz lump crab meat, picked over for shells

1 cup shredded sharp cheddar, divided

2 green onions, thinly sliced

1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice

1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce

1/2 teaspoon Old Bay seasoning

A few dashes of hot sauce

Crackers, toasted baguette, or sliced vegetables, for serving

How to Make It

Heat the oven to 375°F.

In a bowl, beat the cream cheese, mayonnaise, and sour cream until completely smooth.

Stir in the crab, half the cheddar, the green onions, lemon juice, Worcestershire, Old Bay, and hot sauce. Fold gently so you keep some nice lumps of crab.

Scrape it into a small baking dish and top with the rest of the cheddar.

Bake 20 to 25 minutes, until bubbly and golden on top. Let it cool 5 minutes – it comes out molten – then serve warm with crackers or bread.

Note: Make it ahead: assemble the whole thing, cover, and refrigerate up to a day. Add 5 minutes to the bake since it’s going in cold.

Food-safety note: USDA lists 145°F (63°C) for fish. Shellfish is done when the flesh turns pearly and opaque, and clams should open as they cook; throw away any that stay shut. Keep raw seafood cold until it hits the pan.