"Annie," absolutely no one ever says to me, "Exactly what kind of food do you enjoy with your beautiful daughter?" And, because I think people really want to know but are too shy to ask, I'll tell you.
Tracy, as I have mentioned before, is an extremely healthy 17-year-old girl who is moderately mentally retarded. She is the delight of her father, stepmother and myself, as well as a favorite with most people who meet her.
Tracy loves to eat, but almost more than that she loves to cook, and she loves to cook at my house. We watched Iron Chef together a few weeks ago and she asked me what a sous chef was. I told her that a sous chef was the assistant to the chef. She thought about it for a while and then asked me if I loved my sous chef, which was her. I assured her I did.
In the picture above, Tracy is standing next to a signboard naming different types of garlic for sale at the Saugerties Garlic Festival, which took place last weekend. I thought I knew a lot about food and I've been a longtime fan of garlic, but even I had never heard of most of these varieties. Anyway, apparently they all sold out in the course of the Festival, which was was jammed tighter than the "F" train at rush hour and didn't smell quite so good.
As is usual for festivals around here, there were too many booths selling powdery things, reeking of msg, to be mixed with sour cream and set out for guests--or just kept in your pantry until they kill the mice. Tracy would also like you to know that there was some stinkin' bad (her words) ice cream and a truly disgusting port-o-potty. Hey, I always go before we leave.
Anyway, to quote my father, it shouldn't be a total loss; we stopped on the way home at Adam's Fairacre Farm in Kingston and picked up, among other things, a pound and a half of chicken feet for our famous chicken soup. Then we went home and constructed our soup. Tracy is an indispensible part of this, because she can remove the meat from the skin and bone of a poached chicken faster and more neatly than anyone, including me. So soup, chicken, and chicken salad was most of what we ate during the weekend. And I treated her to a cup of Friendly's vanilla soft-serve, which was, Tracy assured me, the very opposite of stinkin' bad.