I loved this, not least because I am Mrs. Holzschuher's daughter and your story about her cooking classes was so funny. I attended those classes too, but had to sit by the sink and do the dishes. I have such happy memories of Tori Estern barreling down Grace Court Alley on her roller skates, a tomboy indeed. Your description of Brooklyn Heights in the 1970s was spot on--the oddness of Montague Street, the peasant blouses, the bizarre deaths all mixed in with the WASPy elitism. And you totally nailed the Fettuccine Alfredo recipe. I pulled out my mother's original version from the cooking classes and it was all there--the homemade noodles, the warm bowl, and, of course, a half pound of butter. Thank you Nancy.
I just watched this AGAIN with my daughter, it gave her a glimpse into Brooklyn Heights in the 70s. I cried laughing, our childhood was quite remarkable. I might have been in that class with you at Mrs. Holzschuher's house!
I loved this, not least because I am Mrs. Holzschuher's daughter and your story about her cooking classes was so funny. I attended those classes too, but had to sit by the sink and do the dishes. I have such happy memories of Tori Estern barreling down Grace Court Alley on her roller skates, a tomboy indeed. Your description of Brooklyn Heights in the 1970s was spot on--the oddness of Montague Street, the peasant blouses, the bizarre deaths all mixed in with the WASPy elitism. And you totally nailed the Fettuccine Alfredo recipe. I pulled out my mother's original version from the cooking classes and it was all there--the homemade noodles, the warm bowl, and, of course, a half pound of butter. Thank you Nancy.
I just watched this AGAIN with my daughter, it gave her a glimpse into Brooklyn Heights in the 70s. I cried laughing, our childhood was quite remarkable. I might have been in that class with you at Mrs. Holzschuher's house!