1970 Volkswagen Beetle
When I first married in 1970 my wife, Brenda, and I had pretty limited cooking abilities. My wife’s mother, who is Italian, failed to learn from her own accomplished mother. Brenda’s own repertoire consisted of two dishes taught to her by her German father, navy bean soup & pork with sour kraut. My mother had passed on to me only limited knowledge of my own regional Southern dishes. I could make a pot of pinto beans and bake a skillet of corn bread. During that first year we added a couple of pedestrian dishes to our routine, but it was not until we moved to New York in January of 1972 that food started to become an experience.