Fishing with Dad.
We went to the Milwaukee River on Saturday morning, which is not exactly the Boundary Waters but it's what we've got. Dad has an ancient tackle box — olive green, rusted hinges, belonged to his father — and two rods that he keeps in the garage behind the snow blower. We drove to the riverbank near Estabrook Park, set up folding chairs, cast our lines, and sat.
We didn't catch anything. That's not the point. The point is sitting next to your father in silence, watching the water, hearing the birds, and existing together without the need to fill the air with words. Kowalski men are at their best in silence. It's where we do our real communicating.
After about an hour, Dad said, "Your mother showed me the column you wrote." (Mom proofreads everything for me. She doesn't edit — she just fixes typos and tells me I'm wonderful.) I waited. Dad reeled in his line, cast again, and said, "It's good, Jake. Really good. You write about food the way she talked about food." She. Babcia. He didn't say her name — he didn't need to.
Then he said something that surprised me: "You should think about what you want to do with all this." All this — the cooking, the writing, the Instagram, the column. "I'm not saying leave the brewery," he said quickly, because Dad's nightmare is his son making a rash career decision. "But you've got something. Don't let it sit."
Tom Kowalski. Life advice. On a riverbank. I'm still processing.
Bay View Bloom went on the taproom board Wednesday. The lavender is polarizing, as predicted — some people love it, some people think it tastes like soap. A woman told me it tasted like "a garden party," which I'm choosing to interpret as a compliment. Marcus put it on the board with a small note: "Give it a chance." The romantics love it. The hop heads are suspicious.
Made a spring meal this week: lamb chops with a mint-yogurt sauce, roasted fingerling potatoes, and a simple arugula salad with lemon vinaigrette. Not Polish at all — this was me stretching, trying flavors that Babcia never used. The lamb was seared in a screaming-hot cast iron, finished in the oven, rested, and the meat was pink and tender and rich. The mint-yogurt cut through the richness perfectly. It was a good meal. A confident meal. The meal of a twenty-two-year-old who is figuring out that his kitchen is bigger than one tradition.
The lamb dinner I described above was about confidence — about walking into flavors my grandmother never touched and finding out the kitchen doesn’t punish you for that. This pita pizza lives in the same spirit: yogurt as a sauce base instead of marinara, warm tandoori spice instead of anything my dad would recognize, cilantro where there’s no Polish precedent for cilantro. If Dad’s riverbank advice was "don’t let it sit," then this is what not letting it sit looks like on a Tuesday night — fast, unfamiliar, and better than I expected.
Tandoori Spiced Chicken Pita Pizza with Greek Yogurt and Cilantro
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 15 min | Total Time: 30 min | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 4 pita rounds (6-inch)
- 1 lb boneless, skinless chicken breast, cut into 1/2-inch pieces
- 2 teaspoons tandoori spice blend (or 1 tsp cumin, 1/2 tsp coriander, 1/2 tsp smoked paprika, 1/4 tsp turmeric, 1/4 tsp cayenne)
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
- 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
- 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
- 3/4 cup plain whole-milk Greek yogurt
- 1 clove garlic, minced
- 1 teaspoon fresh lemon juice
- 1/2 small red onion, thinly sliced
- 1/2 cup cherry tomatoes, halved
- 1/4 cup crumbled feta cheese
- 1/4 cup fresh cilantro leaves
- 1 tablespoon olive oil (for brushing pitas)
Instructions
- Preheat oven. Set oven to 425°F. Place a large baking sheet inside to preheat for a crispier crust.
- Season and cook the chicken. Toss chicken pieces with tandoori spice blend, olive oil, salt, and pepper. Heat a skillet over medium-high heat and cook chicken 5–6 minutes, turning once, until cooked through and lightly charred on the edges. Set aside.
- Make the yogurt sauce. In a small bowl, stir together Greek yogurt, minced garlic, and lemon juice. Taste and adjust salt. This is your base sauce — spread it generously.
- Assemble the pitas. Brush the tops of each pita lightly with olive oil. Spread 2–3 tablespoons of the yogurt sauce over each one, leaving a small border. Divide the cooked chicken, red onion slices, and cherry tomatoes evenly across the four pitas. Scatter feta over the top.
- Bake. Carefully place assembled pitas onto the hot baking sheet. Bake 8–10 minutes, until the edges are golden and the toppings are warmed through.
- Finish and serve. Remove from oven and immediately top with fresh cilantro leaves. Serve with any remaining yogurt sauce on the side for dipping.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 390 | Protein: 34g | Fat: 13g | Carbs: 32g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 610mg
About the cook who shared this
Jake Kowalski
Week 160 of Jake’s 30-year story
· Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Jake is a twenty-nine-year-old brewery worker, newlywed, and proud Polish-American from Milwaukee's Bay View neighborhood. He didn't start cooking until his grandmother Babcia Helen passed away and left behind a stack of grease-stained recipe cards. Now he makes pierogi from scratch, smokes meats on a balcony smoker his landlord pretends not to notice, and writes for guys who want to cook good food but don't know a roux from a rub.