Monday 12 September 2011

About Us


In Laguardia, Spain
We are Nick and Danielle Leahy, a young married couple from Atlanta, who recently quit our jobs, sold all that we owned, left home to travel the world for a while, and eventually settle abroad in London.  Now, we will each write a little about the other.

On Nick
Nick is a chef.  Actually, the world's greatest chef if you ask me, and this coming from someone who is a regular beneficiary of his skills.  His greatest strength is that he can cook anything you would like, from sushi to curry, from bouillabaisse to frogs legs (though I don't request those too often), and cook it well.  I attribute this to two factors: 

1)He was born to be a chef, and it is as simple as that.  His profession is truly his calling and this fact is so evident each morning when he wakes up and immediately heads for the kitchen to start cooking (sometimes I am not quite sure if he is even fully awake!).

2)He's a voracious reader particularly on the subject of food, including the history of,  its' preparation, and cultural differences, and therefore knows more than just the technique behind a food, but also the "why" of it.  This may not seem like an important trait, but in the predominately seedy world of restaurants, most chefs are busy dividing their time between the kitchen and the bottle.  Nick's passion and devotion to cooking goes so much further than the kitchen, and it shows in every dish.

To know Nick, is to know that he will eat absolutely anything (although he is slightly obsessed with pork) and then he will want to discuss it...in detail.  He gets more excited over local produce markets than national monuments, putters around in his head a lot (I just assume he is thinking of new recipes), and most importantly (and very simply) just loves to eat.  He is a loving husband, great friend, and a fantastic person to dine with.

On Danielle
Danielle always complains that she lacks an easily identifiable identity (such as, Nick is a chef), to which I always reply "it's a good thing to be a deep and complex enough person to not be defined by just one word".  She is, all at once, sweet and shy, and hard-nosed and assertive.  She is aggressively entrepreneurial and self-confident, yet is sometimes maddeningly in-need of reassurance.  She drives me crazy and keeps me sane.  She loves chocolate, dogs, and dancing in kitchens, and hates....very little (I think the only thing she actually hates might be cumin, but I am working on that one).  She has been an event coordinator, a marketing head, a director of operations, a general manager, a waitress, and a retail manager.  I say this to mean that no matter what she puts her mind to, she succeeds at.  She is a photographer by training, a multi-talented artist by passion, and possesses a sharp mind for business that the two types mentioned earlier in this sentence usually lack.  In short, I may be easily defined as a "chef", but I don't think there is ONE word that could do the same for my wife.

We all arrive in Ireland (dogs, too!)

I guess this brings us to the US part of Nick and Danielle.  We actually met for the first time in the third grade and went to elementary and high school together, but, to our recollection, did so without exchanging more that 20 words with each other.  Then one day, while I was working at a restaurant in Atlanta, the hostess came in and said "Hey chef, some girl that knows you is interviewing out there".  So, warily, I stuck my head around the corner, recognized her, said hello, and promptly went back into the kitchen to inform my cooks that I had dibs on the new girl.  We went out for drinks soon after that and soon enough she was part of the "test".  I love food, so I have to be with someone who does as well.  They also must be open minded about new foods.  So, with this in mind, I took her to my favorite sushi bar in Atlanta, and ordered every weird food they had.  We had abalone, lobster tartare, surf clams, eel, and about everything else you can imagine.  She dove straight in with me headfirst, and I knew that I had a special one when she popped sea urchin roe, topped with a raw quail egg into her mouth without blinking, and then asked if I was going to eat the last one.  So began our life together, which soon enough (although I should point out that the male and female interpretation of those words is apparently quite different) led to marriage, dogs (a cute, but maybe slightly slow basset hound named Tater, and a hyper, but uber-loyal corgi mix named Lily Bean), a condo together.....and leaving all that behind (we took the dogs with us) to explore the world a bit.

We will probably refer to each other by our nicknames more often than not, which are respectively Mort(me) and Noods(her).  The story of these is actually quite simple.  She kept calling me a "silly bologna," (a phrase she is still insisting actually exists) which as a chef I had to object to, since bologna is the world's worst meat.  I said, at least call me mortadella, which is a good Italian version of it, and it stuck.  It stuck so much in fact that I have even heard my own father refer to me as Mort.  As for Noods, she just gets struck by odd moods, which cause her to dance like a toddler in the kitchen, crave popsicles, ask obscure questions, and in many other ways, act "noodley", which I simply shortened to Noods.

We created Caperz to express Nick's love of food, and Danielle's love of travel.  The word "caper" is a salty delicious little food, as well as, an adventure, such as a world tour or a bank robbery (only one of the two planned so far).  We thought it fit.  Also, featured in Caperz is Herman, the traveling plastic orangutan who was born a potato peeler in Ireland and has since broken free of the kitchen to hike the Kenyan outbacks, climb St. Peter's Basilica, walk the Royal Road in Warsaw, and much more (see link on homepage).  

Hope you enjoy! Happy reading!