Al Sicherman kept his important documents, including will and health care directive, in the crisper drawer of his refrigerator.
It was classic Sicherman. Practical (he wasn't using the vegetable drawer anyway because, as he often noted, he didn't like vegetables). Pragmatic ("When you die, sooner or later, somebody always cleans out the fridge" was his rationale, after having a hard time finding his father's will years earlier). Funny (yes, indeed, he was funny).
He was all that and more.
Sicherman — oh, can we dispense with newspaper formality and refer to him as Al, as readers did? — died Sunday at age 75.
Al was a longtime writer for Taste, 26 years as a reporter before he retired and another nine as a freelancer for the Star Tribune.
He fell into his job like so many food writers did at the time, simply by chance.
In his case, the electrical-engineer-turned-journalist made the leap from copy editor to food writer when a colleague became ill. A two-week stint turned into three when he found he enjoyed the work. The rest is history.
Al debuted on March 26, 1981, with his twist on the movie title "Splendor in the Grass." In his hands it became "Fat City Diner: Splendor in the Grease," which wallowed in all things caloric.