Nooo!!!
Damn it. I loved that man.
Oh no! A friend of mine found an old comedy album of his in a thrift store once. It was great, not only did he cook but the man was funny.
<cop. “I’m giving you a ticket for littering, Didn’t you see the sign?”
<JW> “Yeah, de sign sign fiiine fo’ litterin’. Now where do get my hunnerd dollahs?”
I wish I remembered more quotes from it. You’ll be missed, Justin.
Man. That sucks.
My grandfather and I used to watch his cooking show on Saturday afternoons and howl like loons. Oh well, maybe Grampsie has front-row tickets for his next show now.
I’ll miss ya, Justin.
Zappo
He managed to convince a not so adventuresome eater from Saskatchewan to try new sensations in food. Now I eat lots of Cajun influenced food. Unlike most tv shows his were always unpretentious…Hoooo boy…I will miss him…
Keith
I always enjoyed his little stories.
One of my favorites, as best I can recall:
"I send my boy to college, and he come home de other day. I ask him what he learn.
He say…Daddy, we learn pi=r[sup]2[/sup]
So I say, all dat schoolin’, and dat’s what dey teachin’ you?
Fools. Everybody know Pie Are Round.
Cornbread are square!"
Damn. I loved watching his show. He put un-yons in almost everything he cooked and I started doing that too… everything tastes better with a little onion! And he always drank wine with his meal! He’ll be missed.
I was born in N’Orllins and was raised on his recipes…
I wonder what his last meal was? Bugs? Did he suck de’ heads?
RIP
-Tcat
One time he mentioned he preferred stinking his finger inside, and licking it off, instead of sucking the head.
Day-am! A lot of what little I know about cookin’ I learned from dat man.
Heavens cuisine just got a lot better.
He will be missed.
Damn this sucks.
I have to call my mom now. We used to watch him all the time.
My favorite Wilsonism: “Woooo, it’s wondermous, I gay-ron-told you dat”
He was the Bob Ross of cooking, he had that everyman appeal, always kept it simple, and had a real love for his craft.
pours 40 oz of Abita Turbo Dog on the ground This is for my dead homey.
My favorite memory from his show
It took me a few seconds to realize he was talking about mayonnaise.
[Edited by bibliophage on 09-07-2001 at 01:17 PM]
I loves watching that guy too but for a slightly different reason. He was my Dad’s Doeppleganger. Right down to the white hair, same glasses, red suspenders and the fondness for giving a little something for the cook every time the pot. Not the same accent though.
I’ll never be able to pour salt into my palm again without getting misty eyed. RIP Justin.
I loved that old coot. He’s actually from my home town, and though he and I are both died-in-the-wool South Louisianians, neither of us are (were) Cajuns.
So long old friend…
I had the opportunity to sit next to Justin Wilson on a plane a few year ago. The man I met was the exact same man you saw on television. Kind, funny, and full of stories. Also drank a lot of wine.
The world is richer for having known him, and poorer now that he is gone.
Well, for goodness sake.
I thought Justin Wilson had died along time ago.
That happened with Robert Shaw, too: I thought he was dead for years, then when I heard he had actually died, I was really surprised.
I hate when that happens.
(I always liked how Justin Wilson would talk to the shrimp in the pot: “Hellooo, shrimps! How you doin’?”)