When the Back Doorbell Rings
So, Herman and I were sitting with his poker buddies
one Friday night when we hear a doorbell. Herman looks
confused, because everyone who was supposed to come for
poker was already there. And we couldn’t see anyone
at the front or side door. Thinking quickly, Herman walks
to the back door.
and behold, there was our neighbor Felicia Viscosi bearing
gifts. Felicia is a wonderful cook, and fortunately for
us, she usually makes too much for her family. Once again,
she was at our door with “fresh leftovers”
which means it was just cooked, but more than they could
eat. She had angel hair pasta in a butter and garlic sauce
topped with shrimp. She also had some of her famous Italian
sesame cookies for desert.
been the recipient of many such meals from Felicia. One
night a couple of weeks ago, she sent her son over the
backyards separating our houses with death-by-chocolate
cake. A piece for each of us, and let me tell you, they
didn’t last long.
Herman and I have each been trying to be good about eating,
but when such gifts come unbidden, what can you do? She
is such a good cook that you would think she has always
been this proficient at cooking. But there is a story
Felicia’s husband, John, tells about when they were
when they were first wed, Felicia hadn’t much experience
cooking. She put her first meal together, and it was somewhat
of a disaster. So John enlisted his Mom’s help with
teaching the art of fine cooking. She must have had great
success and Felicia must have been a great pupil, because
we’ve never had a bad “leftover” from
Herman and I first moved here, John told us he had been
interested in the property and nearly wound up with it.
We’re so glad he didn’t, because we not only
have a great view of the lake, beach at our front door
and beautiful sunsets over the water and mountains every
night, we also have a constant supply of great meals and
leftovers from his wife.
thank you Felicia for ringing our back door with your
wonderful cuisine. You can come by anytime!
Kathryn Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting
career in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance
writing from Caroga Lake in Fulton County. Previous columns
may be accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com