The Definitive Story Of My Uncle Tommy
(NOTE: Based on time elapsed since the posting of this entry, the BS-o-meter calculates this is 12.06% likely to be something that Ferrett now regrets.)
Some of you have been around long enough to know about my Uncle Tommy, who was my best friend as a kid. Others know him only as one-half of a dedication in my book.
But I have one story that sums up my Uncle Tommy, and was glad to get an excuse to tell it at one of my favorite blogs: Lawrence Schoen’s Eating Authors, which each week asks a different author “What is the best meal you ever had?”
For me, my Uncle Tommy brought me to the best meal that I ever ate – a definitive meal, one that made me a gourmand.
But he didn’t mean to. He did it by mistake.
And then he made that mistake legend.
You can read about that story over at Eating Authors right now, and I pretty much guarantee you’ll enjoy it. Go take a look.
Tears are running down my face.
I read that story when I found it here a while back and I love it even more now than I did then. It makes me want to be a foodie (heh. Gourmand. I knew that word and I knew what it was but it didn’t click for me that when my partner said foodie, gourmand was where she was aiming.)
Wow, great story. I teared up a bit. I’ve been reading long enough to know who Tommy is but I never knew that story before.