On a brisk evening, fifty years ago today, the skies around Cape Canaveral were lit up by a trail of fire coming from a Juno I lifting body (a modified Jupiter-C, which was a modified Redstone MRBM, which was, of course, a modified German V-2). The rocket was boosting aloft Explorer I, the first US satellite successfully launched into orbit. It wasn't much, but it did discover the Van Allen radiation belts and usher in the space age.
So what does this have to do with a food blog? About 16 hours earlier, in the obstetrics ward of Strong Memorial Hospital in Rochester, NY, Mrs. Eleanor Gordon Harris was ending a long labor and giving birth to a future cook: moi!
My family bought me many excellent presents, including a Ratatouille calender, a talking Remy, a stuffed Remy and a neat t-shirt. Now where did I leave my teeth . . . . .
2 comments:
happy birthday you g-d damned weirdo.
(When are you going to get rid of that drag queen portrait...ever?)
Seriously, happy birthday Scotty. Too bad 50 only comes around once.
Thanx dude, really!
But there are only two kinds of cooks in this world: Those willing to dress up in drag as Julia, and those who are prep cooks for Emeril . . . . YMMV
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