Monday, April 2, 2007
Best. Pizza. Ever.
Amazing how quickly the novelty of "room service" food wore off. Last night, the nurses gave us a tip about the best pizza delivery place in Duarte. George ordered a large cheese pizza and hot wings for me and I managed to eat three slices and three wings without a trace of heartburn or nausea. After a week of blandness, it was indeed the best pizza ever.
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Ah, food makes the world go round, doesn't it?
Glad that the nurses at the Hotel Hope didn't rain on your parade. And I'm even more glad that your taste buds haven't deserted you, which I've come to find out can be an icky side effect of chemo.
What's next? An In-and-Out Burger run? Or Roscoe's House of Chicken and Waffles? It's got to be full flavor. Do tell!
Also, George gets points for being your partner in crimes of the palette.
Still got the ol' Strother appetite!!! Atta girl, Piper...er, sis. What, no anchovies???
Well, thanks to Paula the genius, I'm able to post! Google says I have an account, but I have no record of it in the big binder in which I keep all my online account info.
I have a lot of catching up to do.
1. Susan, I can't believe you took the time to post a reply to someone's question about graduate school for writers on the IWOSC yahoo group today. How (typically) gracious of you.
2. I've enjoyed reading all the posts, especially yours. Great news about the colonoscopy, the best doctor, best pizza, all the food stories.
3. Speaking of bests, you are the best patient I've ever heard of. Certainly the most creative.
4. I had a lovely time at your "bon voyage" gathering last week. Your house and yard look beautiful and elegant, and everything on the table was yummy. Your pixie 'do was too cute, especially with the little ribbon. Best was seeing all the people who love you gathered together to celebrate YOU.
5. I remember the first time we "met." I was working on a proposed IWOSC cookbook and you wrote me to volunteer. I remember you telling me that you worked on another org's cookbook (Descanso Gardens? I don't remember) and did the Salads. You followed that up at a board retreat (the first time we did a half-day retreat, Troy Corley's idea, on Monica Faulkner's patio in Santa Monica) with a gorgeous salad of spinach leaves and other stuff, in a large, flat bowl. Very elegant. Delicious, too, as I recall.
6. Since Passover begins this evening, I will recall here our Passover dinners back in Ohio. As children in Sunday school, we'd have a little mini-seder and each child had a little glass of grape juice and an absorbent paper plate. Every time a blessing was recited, we'd dip our little fingers into the grape juice and sprinkle a drop onto the plate. I can still see how it spread onto the absorbent paper plate.
Our family's seder dinners were not terribly religious, but we'd always try to get through the whole service. Best part: my father was a storekeeper (a mom-and-pop grocery) and mostly wore white shirts, sleeves rolled up, dark suit pants with a leather belt, and a white apron. He was tall (6'4") and very handsome (think George Sanders and John Wayne) and soft-spoken. I loved seeing him in his dark blue suit and tie. That was the best part. I still have one of his neckties. After nibbling on matzo and the various tidbits one eats during the seder service, it's always such a relief when the proper moment arrives and the actual dinner can begin.
When Passover is during the week and I don't go to my sister's in Santa Barbara, I spend the holiday at my South African friends. They always have about 25 people, with long tables spread throughout the dining and living rooms, set with big vases of hydrangeas. The best part: hearing the three South African men do the entire service in perfect Hebrew, with the most beautiful, soft, expressive voices you've ever heard.
I've gone on too long. Maybe I'll start my own blog one of these days. Paula, thanks again for helping me get onto this one.
Love,
Flo
P.S. No, Paula, you haven't unleashed a monster. I won't be writing books every time I post.
My goodness, Flo. You certainly made up for your inability to post up until now.
Lovely comments!
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