Home cookin'

I'm writing this from a VERY fancy farmhouse in semi-rural Massachusetts built in the 1860s. Tonight, Meredith and I went to one of her classmates house to give her a cello lesson. The classmate is in her early 50s and lives out in the burbs. We took the green line pretty much to the end and she picked us up and drove us through these beautiful towns with mansions and golf courses everywhere. She decided it was too important to pass up, so she took us on a driving tour through Wellesley College. What we didn't know was that she was going to cook us a four course meal with a full chicken (not strips like at my house), salad, potatoes, brownies with ice cream and wine! Whoa. Plus, her husband Tom worked with Woodward and Bernstein (Watergate journalists) at the Washington Post back in the day!! I should explain that they are my vocational heroes. Tom took us through a tour of the fruit farm behind their house and all the tree frogs were buzzing and Gertrude, the grandma, showed us her cute old lady watercolor portraits. I could get used to this. Hopefully she wants another lesson next week. It's nice to be in a place that reminds you of home (if the median income was $45,000).

For once, a stuffed H.