The Gangster Dip
... it all started with a Gangster, a Brothel and a Pawn Shop.
In the mid to late 70’s, around 30-odd years ago, Max Schofield was a small boy growing up in the leafy
northern suburbs of Sydney. His dad, Jim owned and ran a small and quietly successful deli in Crows Nest,
where Max spent his afternoons after school with the shop kids - David & Tom from the local Vietnamese
restaurant and Spiro & Chris from the Fish and Chip shop- playing their version of “World Series Cricket”
in the back lane. It was a simple life...
The Deli was situated, rather interestingly, on the ground floor of the building. Upstairs was a Brothel.
Next door was a Pawn Shop. Both were reputed to be owned by a so called underworld gangster-style figure in Sydney.
Early one morning, Jim headed into the Deli to prepare the stock for the day ahead. He parked a distance from
the rear of the shop and as he made his way through the back lane, he came across the bouncers from the Brothel
giving the manager of the Pawn Shop, a smaller Greek man, the beating of his life. The man cowered on the
ground in the foetal position trying to protect himself from the kicks and punches. Without a thought, Jim intervened
immediately, calling on the bouncers to stop the beating; to break it up; to just stop. Seeing a small window of
opportunity, the Greek man fled, seemingly never to be seen again. After a stern warning from the bouncers
to stay clear of what was none of his business, Jim headed into the deli and got to work....
Some weeks passed and much speculation and gossip was whispered between the businesses about the stoush in
the back lane. It seems the Greek man managing the Pawn Shop had allegedly been caught
with his hand in the till and was being taught a much needed lesson when Jim came along.
Things settled down and everyone got on with their lives.
It was then, out of the blue that the Greek man reappeared. Jim had gone in early one morning and
apparently, after watching from a distance, the Greek man made his approach to the back of the store. Jim slipped
him in the back door and waited to hear his tale. In want of nothing, he was there to thank Jim for his life. I
t was true, he had no money – he had been caught stealing,
but he wanted to repay him for what he felt was another chance at life.
It was a recipe he had, he said, that would in time make a lot of money for Jim.
He had brought with him a small bag of ingredients and some mixing machines and set about showing Jim how to
make his secret family recipe. A beautiful, light and fluffy dip of which you will find no better in this land, he said.
Taramosalata, he said. It will make you money one day. Outside of the Greek community, this was a little known
product in middle Australia, but the Greek man insisted. Learn it. Hold on to it. The time will come.
This is my gift of thanks to you. And so he left and time passed.
Max grew into a man and remembers his days as a kid with fond memories. Jim passed away a few years ago now. But not before seeing Max’s childhood dream of building a business to make and distribute
his own and his father’s recipes, some built up over the years of work Jim put into developing them.
That business is Fresh Fodder and our hands down, best loved,
killer product is Taramosalata – fondly known to us as The Gangster Dip.
Now you know the story. We hope you enjoy.