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September 30, 2013


We do take this kind of cooking for granted these days, but I well remember a time when spaghetti meant Chef-Boy-R-D.

Me too, Hattie!

I find this poignant - what is point of thanking people when they can no longer hear you?

That said, I appreciate your writing and the thoughts you graciously share with us all.

Dear ET: I understand what you're saying. For me I think it's because I know that being grateful changes *me*, even when the person to whom it's expressed can't hear me any more. Thanks for your kind words about the blog!

I read an interview in which she said she thanked God every day that she'd found him. A love story with food, and with him. I too learned so much from her.

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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.