[Magdalen] Wafting Odors.

[Jay Weigel]

My father, OTOH, could not boil water without a complete set of directions.
When I was 14 and my mother was struck down with the Asian flu, Dad was
helpless as a newborn babe. It fell to me, a 9th grader, to do the shopping
and cooking for our family of 5 for about two weeks until she recovered.
Some evenings that involved a good deal of running up and down stairs to
ask for advice, but I emerged from the ordeal a pretty fair plain cook. Dad
continued his helpless ways even unto his death, although he did eventually
learn to heat a can of soup. He never managed to master the microwave,
though.

On Sun, Oct 25, 2015 at 2:01 PM, ME Michaud <michaudme at gmail.com> wrote:

> Be careful .. my father and both my grandfathers cooked. My father
> was a stunning cook, actually, so experienced he could think cooking
> backwards (he knew what an eighth of a teaspoon of allspice would do
> in a dish for eight). My grandfather used to cook then follow by dancing.
> Solo if necessary.
> -M
>
>
> On Sunday, October 25, 2015, Cantor03--- via Magdalen <
> magdalen at herberthouse.org> wrote:
> >
> > except to sit down at the breakfast "nook" for a meal.  Men of  that
> > generation simply did not cook, period.
>