I want to publicly express my admiration for Ingridsf's wonderful article. I would like to take some genetic credit for both her taste in food and her writing since I am her mother. However, she and I both know that it has taken at least three generations to go from well done roast beef and teetotaling to our near-obscene appreciation for good food and wine, done at home or in a restaurant. For all the young parents reading this, Ingrid's desire for good food goes back to her early childhood. ( I will omit the embarrassing restaurant experience when her love of food exceeded her capacity.) She was also the only kid in her fifth grade class who recognized all the cooking utensils the teacher flashed. My point is that the pleasure of food begins with parents letting their children enjoy a variety of it at home and out. I'm happy to read so many compliments on her writing. I am an English teacher, but her style is purely her own. Oh, and I must own the fact that I am a restaurant coward, a fact that Ingrid witnessed when I made no complaint when my lasagna at an Italian restaurant had no cheese! I think it was the presence of the two severe black suits on either side of the doorway. Or perhaps the piano player singing "New York, New York". It was kind of her not to mention it. Keep it up, Ingrid!
