For more than 25 years, my grandfather put on this apron to start each day at his delicatessen in Arkansas. It’s your typical apron from the 60s and 70s. At first glance, there’s nothing special about this apron—except for the person who wore it.
My grandfather’s name was Harry Potter Giberson. Yes, really. He was Harry Potter before all the magic and books and movies. He grew up in New Jersey, served in the Army during World War II, and worked all his life in the food biz. He moved to Arkansas where he learned how to smoke bbq. He was kind, compassionate, and a friend to all. Most of all, he was ‘Potter’ to those who knew him best.
It felt fitting to share Potter’s apron here.
Vermont, known for its picturesque landscapes, lush forests, and warm community spirit, also boasts a rich culinary heritage that deserves recognition. One of the best ways to pay homage to this heritage is through the delightful creation known as "The Vermonter" sandwich.
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