Twenty years ago an old friend of mine and my dad’s went to see Dad speak at a conference, about Chautauqua. They met afterwards for the first time and we have worked together as consultants. Over the years, I fondly remember our breakfasts at the hotel right down the street from my place. Just us three, and when they went on no-carb diets together without telling me it was very strange to have them order extra eggs, extra bacon and no toast.
Chautauqua brought Pythagoras to us, weeding and putting the lines down on eight clay tennis courts, via a college acquaintance. I don’t remember his name but the old friend above called me this morning about the Chautauqua premiere on PBS. He and his lovely wife will see it this evening. I can’t see it until Wednesday.
I talked to my Dad today, who is doing OK at nearly 80, still working and dealing with age and illness. He had to call me back because he was cooking dinner, spaghetti and meatballs. He puts milk in his meatballs, I’ll have to get the recipe for you, and for me!
Recently my dear husband was putting together a woodworking toolset for our nephew, now eight years old. He looked for items that could be used by a young person and one was from the town I was born in. He sent the piece, an antique, and said if we liked it we should pay for it, and if not send it back. I called him back and it turns out he worked at Chautauqua when I was there. Yes, we kept the item but for him to put it up was just a bit of old-fashioned charm and brotherhood that is Chautauqua.
There are so many stories to tell but I can’t do it all this evening so bid you adieu, Dee
Cooking with Dee 