Tanzi is a level headed chef who travels to Italy with her father. She meets best friends. One who is well breed and the other who annoys her. When she comes between these two she leave to travel around Italy only to find out what and who is important to her. Written by Kimberly Caristi Tanzi is a passionate chef who waits tables more than she cooks. After losing her boyfriend and the restaurant she is working in closed she travels to Italy with her dad and meets Kyle and Phillip. She falls for one then realizes that she loves the other. She comes to the conclusion that she needs to straighten out her life before she gets into another failed relationship. “The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” – Mark Twain I found out very early on why. My parents were in love. What am I saying: they are in love! The kind of love that makes a young child gag, a young adult desperately want, and an old person cherish. I heard the story my whole life. On every anniversary my dad would start with a toast to my mom. She would blush, putting her hand on his and say, “You don’t have to tell our story every year.” My dad’s response, “How else will she learn what love truly is and what it takes to stay in love?” Yes, I was a part of their anniversary every year. I had to be because I was their cherished jewel that came out of their union. It was hard enough to be told that but they told everyone we met through my high school years. I so wanted to be the hidden jewel when that story was told. Secretly, I did like the story and maybe loved the story. I think that was why it hurt when they stopped for a couple of months. But I digress. This is their story that they told. My dad would start his story about how they ended up at the same fraternity party. My dad said it was love at first sight, my mom said, it was my dad’s perseverance. To hear my mom tell the story, my dad was your typical math guy. His personality was kind of boring. He wasn’t an outdoor person at all. He wasn’t the most outgoing person. My mom thought she wanted the life-of-the-party kind of guy. Mom was very outgoing and probably has never met a stranger. She thought she needed someone as open as her. Once I asked my mom why she thought he was kind of boring because I thought he was funny. Her response, “I think your dad and I have melded together after all these years. He became more open and I have settled down. I think in a good marriage you balance each other or you become one. Your dad and I became one.” What brought my mom around to start dating my dad was he wouldn’t give up on her. When he found out she was a landscape major he would show up at her dorm with a plant each week. He would tell her he found this plant that needed some love and thought of her. By the fifth week she was waiting to see what plant he would bring her. He never asked her out. He would just talk about how she would care for this plant. Ask her how her week went? Did she have any exams yet? Simple things like that. By week ten my mom’s roommate was tired of all the plants and made my mom ask my dad out. My mom didn’t think they would have things to talk about but dad proved her wrong. My dad loved to read so he started reading about landscape architecture the day after he met her. On their first date dad took mom to Volunteer Park on Capitol Hill not far from their campus at the University of Washington. There are so many parks in Seattle to pick from, but dad chose this one because it was designed by John Olmstead. His father, Frederick Olmstead was the man who designed Central Park. Since dad was from New York City he thought it was the perfect place for their first date. Their date didn’t start off well because dad was walking around telling mom all the details of the place that he had read. Dad could see mom was bored so he changed tactics. He started asking her questions about the plants they were seeing. They could actually have a conversation about everything. They both agreed that they thought the conservatory was the highlight of the park. The greenhouse was the perfect place to stroll through on a cold and damp afternoon. Because of all my dad’s reading it led my mom into a whole different area of studies. He asked her all kinds of questions that made her look up the answers. Her own research led her down a new path. She was still in landscape architecture; it was the area of concentration that changed. She had grown up on a farm and thought she would move back and help her brother and his family run the farm. Her brother had already taken over the farm from their dad. The Christmas break after meeting my dad, my mom talked to her brother about changing her idea of coming home and working with him on the farm. Uncle Bob just wanted her to be happy and he liked the idea of her study of the ecological landscape. He was all about trying to help the environment. He was in the process of changing the way he farmed. Now Uncle Bob has an organic farm that has little impact on the environment. It was more work but the whole family felt better about leaving this place, better than when they got here. My grandpa didn’t totally understand it, but my grandma said she loved what they had done with the farm. She said grandpa was an old man who hated change, but deep down he knew it was the right thing to do. My mom realized that my dad was quiet though he was really funny and so smart he could do anything he wanted. He retained everything he read. He was like a walking encyclopedia. You never wanted to play a trivia game with him unless you were on his team. This was one of their activities they did with a few friends. Whoever had the time for a game they would look around town to find a place to play. They have traveled over an hour to play a trivia game at some pub. This was the only time mom would eat out at a restaurant. It had to be a very conventional restaurant. She was a meat and potatoes kind of gal. Dad grew up trying all kinds of foods and loved them all. Life is a series of punches. It presents a lot of challenges. It presents a lot of hardship, but the people who are able to take those punches and are able to move forward are the ones that really do have a lot of success and have a lot of joy in their life and have a lot of stories to tell, too. — Josh Turner My dad had picked the Conservatory to have their wedding the day they saw it for the first time. He knew he was going to marry my mom after that first night, she just didn’t know it until two years after they started dating. They got married before mom graduated. It only took my dad three and a half years to get his degree in Data Analytics. He was hired right away by a large corporation. As soon as mom graduated, they started trying to have a baby. They thought they would have their four children right away, then mom could start on her masters before entering the workforce. They had given up on having any children after trying for five years. They went through a bunch of tests and nothing really showed up that would prevent them from having a baby. Mom decided to go back and get her masters then got pregnant that first semester back in school. She lost the baby after a couple of months. A year later she got pregnant again but lost that baby, too, after three months. She got pregnant after she graduated with her masters and they decided she wouldn’t go into the workforce and she was very careful but still she lost the baby. They decided that they wouldn’t try anymore and mom was hired at the university as an instructor and started consulting on the side. When my dad turned 30 my mom took a pregnancy test. That night they talked for hours about what they should do. They decided not to tell anyone until she was seven months pregnant. They thought both sides of the family would go through just as much grieving as they did and wanted to spare their feelings. Seven months later I was born two weeks premature. It was perfect, my mom said. She was able to get her final grades in for the spring term and had off the rest of the summer to care for me. They named me Tanzima because it means “A wonderful gift that has landed on earth from the heavens.” My parents are not Hindu. As I have already said, my dad reads all the time. Both of my parents were so happy to finally have a child and they really felt like I was a wonderful gift. I apparently was a very good baby that turned into a very gifted child to hear my parents talk about me. I was the only girl on both sides of the family so I was showered with attention and gifts from both sets of grandparents. My aunts loved to buy me dresses because they never got to shop in a section with so many options. Apparently, the boys’ clothes section in most stores are so small and not as cute as girls’ dresses. Sad to say there were no more babies after them. I was an only child with wonderful parents and an extended family. Life sometimes seems strange when two people who loved each other to the moon and back who wanted a huge family could only have one child. Plus, you would think they would have given their only child a name that wouldn’t confuse the whole world that wasn’t Hindu. I just went by Tanzi most of the time though it still confused people. Life is a lively process of becoming— Douglas MacArthur Uncle Kenny said that he was responsible for mom and dad getting together. When my dad was a teenager, he visited Uncle Kenny while he was stationed here. My dad fell in love with the area and applied at all the universities in the area. He took the one that gave him the best scholarship. Grandpa said that the base was calling all the Lewis men to town. He would go so far as to tell people that it was named after us. Dad’s parents moved out to Seattle after Grandpa retired from the fire department. Uncle Kenny was stationed out here at Lewis McChord and both he and his wife Louise fell in love with the area. When he got out of the air force they moved back and now he was a civilian working at the base. They lived in the beautiful little town of Dupont not far from Seattle. Mom’s parents lived about three and a half hours away. Mom says they lived the perfect distance away from us– close enough so that it was an easy drive but not close enough that they could drop in unannounced. We did a lot of cleaning before my grandma Thompson came to town. My mom loved my dad’s parents and they loved her. She didn’t care if they dropped in unannounced. They lived about twenty minutes away. They babysat me most of my life. Grandpa took me fishing and grandma taught me how to bake the best butter cookies ever. They would play any card game and most board games with me. Once a month grandma and sometimes grandpa would take me to an art museum. Grandma missed the art museums she went to in New York. She wanted me to have an appreciation for art. Grandpa wanted me to have an appreciation of fun. He was always cracking jokes, especially when grandma was getting too serious. When I was younger, he made going to museums fun because he would make fun of paintings. Grandma would get on grandpa when he was being ridiculous, though she would always laugh. I pretty much did whatever I was told and when I was told to do it. I never went through the terrible twos or threes. I never talked back. You could say that our life was pretty perfect. Both of my parents had great jobs. They loved each other to the point of making me sick. I could not handle the love talk or the hugs and kisses in front of me. I was always telling them to get a room. We were a family that exercised together, much to dad’s dismay. He thought he was doing enough work in the lavish garden that we had in the backyard, then mom got us all new bikes for Christmas when I was nine and we started biking all over the town. Then we started biking in the mountains when I was thirteen. Dad was the one who suggested biking in the mountains, which surprised my mom. He was liking this biking thing after all and he was feeling so much better, plus his clothes were getting baggy on him. He liked his new look. I didn’t notice that he was overweight. I think his suits must have hidden things. Mom liked that she felt more fit biking, too. I just liked biking and running. In junior high I signed up for Cross Country and was pretty good at long distance running. Mom and dad started running too. We would run before work and school three days a week. My dad wanted to make sure that I was well rounded so I attended math and science camps in the summer. He just knew that I was going to be this math wizard because I could do fractions when I was five. I loved figuring out fractions. Especially in orange season, I loved dividing them up and figuring out what was a half, fourth, eighth and if I was lucky twelfths. My mom wanted me to help her in the garden and she would tell people that I got my green thumb from her. I really didn’t understand the green thumb until I was a teenager. I thought, well all my fingers were green from working in the garden. What was she talking about? It was not just my thumbs that were green. One day dad and I were listening to “A Way with Words” on the radio and I heard them talking about the origin of green thumbs. I did like working alongside my parents in the garden or house. I truly just loved being with them. Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken — D.H. Lawrence When I became a teenager, I was trying to decide what I was going to study in college. I had so many interests and my grades were straight A’s. My dad said I could write my ticket anywhere I wanted to go. One day my friend Emily and I were watching the movie Julie and Julia. I thought it was so cool that this woman took a cookbook and blogged about a recipe every day. Emily and I thought it would be fun to do just that, plus we both loved Meryl Streep and thought she did a really good job portraying Julia Child. We took one of my mom’s cookbooks and decided to try making everything in the cookbook though we didn’t blog about it. We put the finished dishes on our social media account. We did more than one recipe a day. Some days we would make a whole dinner for our family. It was really fun. Emily got tired of doing it after a couple of weeks. I didn’t, I started making dinner for my family every night. I already had a love of food from my dad. Going out to dinner with my dad had been our thing. Once a week we played roulette with restaurants we wanted to try. Dad made a roulette wheel that we put names on a posted note and stick them on the spaces then we would spin the wheel. When we landed on a space, we pulled the note off and added a new one. If we really liked the restaurant, we put the name back in the rotation after a couple of months. If we happen to want to try out a steak place, we invited mom. Both of my parents loved that I started making dinner because I essentially made their lives easier. I started to experiment with what dad bought at the store. He had started to buy unique items to see what I would come up with. Mom would even try the food I made and say she liked it. I knew she loved her steak and potatoes so I didn’t experiment every day. We were all having fun with my culinary excursions until the beginning of my senior year when I started to tell them I thought I might go to culinary school instead of college. This was the first time I heard my dad yell at me. He had never raised his voice to me, ever. My mom didn’t intercede on my behalf, which really upset me. She was always telling me as long as I was happy it didn’t matter what I wanted to study. Dad said he wasn’t going to pay for my culinary education if that's what I was going into. The next day I got a job as a waitress in a really nice restaurant. I was going to pay for my schooling on my own if they wouldn’t. I loved the idea of becoming a chef even more while working that year. I would be in the kitchen before my shift watching and helping if they would let me. I learned a lot from the sous-chef. She was so nice, letting me help. She told me what school to apply to and encouraged me along the way. Jess told me to get a four-year degree so I would know the business part as well as how to cook. She was told by her mentor to do just that. Jess thought you would become a better chef in the long run with a four-year degree. Jess also suggested that I work in different restaurants to get a feel of what kind of food I wanted to cook. There are so many levels between Haute meaning traditional, to nouvelle, to fusion or going the molecular gastronomy route. What ethnic food did I want to cook? I had no idea so I quit that job and started working at a Chinese restaurant since I loved Chinese food. That lasted a few months because I wasn’t allowed to help in the kitchen. I still talked to Jess every time I moved to a new restaurant. I loved working in the Greek Restaurant because I loved the people and the food. I hated to leave them but I found a small restaurant willing to let me work in the kitchen. I loved the German food but I knew if I made this food a steady diet I might not fit into my jeans for long. I also learned I was not going to make much money working in the kitchen to cover the cost of culinary school. I went back to waiting tables and hanging out in the kitchens. My parents were both disappointed that I did not change my mind by the time I graduated from high school. I graduated with a 4.0 and had a bunch of colleges sending me information that I didn’t request. I wasn’t sure if it was my parents that sent away for the information or the colleges just sent it. I didn’t care. Our idyllic life was no longer. My parents still refused to pay for my college education even though I told them I was going to go to a four-year program that would earn a Bachelor of Science degree. They wouldn’t listen to me. It was like a switch went off in their head if I tried to talk to them about it. I could see it in their eyes the far off look they gave me. It was like they were looking through me instead of at me. I had enough of the fighting and moved out one summer afternoon when they were at work. That went over like a lead balloon. They texted me repeatedly to come home so we could talk. I left a lengthy letter explaining why I moved out. I didn’t want to discuss this anymore. Life is a matter of really tough choices — Joe Biden This was the beginning of me living out of a suitcase. Whatever fit into my car was all I accumulated. If I couldn’t fit it in my car, I didn’t want it. Yes, I took the car my parents gave me for my sixteenth birthday. It was my present after all. As soon as I could, I took over the insurance for it. I decided I was going to be independent and I needed to pay for everything. My parents told me that I still was covered under their plan for my health insurance but I paid for the stitches that I needed to get. A health hazard when working in a kitchen with sharp knives. I knew health insurance was expensive and I was thankful that I was covered. Otherwise, I would have gone without insurance. I couch surfed for a couple of months until I found a few people who needed someone to rent a small bedroom. I was not a fan of sharing a bathroom, a first for me. I was a pretty neat person and two of the guys were always getting in trouble for leaving the seat up and leaving the bathroom a mess. When we females started throwing the trash in their beds, they got the hint that they’d better clean up their act. I was the youngest but they called me grandma because I was so careful how I spent my free time. I was always studying or working. I ran early in the morning, sometimes a couple of hours after they went to bed. I made the decision to work the first year out of high school to earn my independence so college would be cheaper. It took a few months and grandpa and grandma Lewis had to intervene on my parents’ behalf for me to talk to them again. My grandparents and I went out to an art show to be followed up with dinner at our favorite restaurant. They had started going to the Greek restaurant that I had worked in and we continued to eat there after I left. The Greek family still considered me family and was happy that we still came to their restaurant. We usually had dessert on the house. They made the best baklava I have ever eaten. My grandma agreed with me that it was the best. We walked into the restaurant and I couldn’t believe my eyes – there sat my parents. The look on their sheepish faces told me that they knew all about this. I felt like I had been betrayed by my grandparents. What was worse, I couldn't leave because my grandparents had picked me up. My grandma took me aside when she saw me hesitate. “Tanzi, you are going to have to talk to them sometime. This has been going on too long. We are going to sit here like five adults that we are and we are going to hash this dispute out.” She made me look her in the eyes. “Do you understand me?” I knew she meant business. “Yes, ma’am.” I looked into her eyes to see if my next statement would connect. “Did you say the same thing to them because they were not listening to what I had to say? That is why I left.” “Oh, honey, they got a very long lecture from me when you left and last night when I stopped by their house.” She gave me a huge smile and then one of the best hugs I have had in months. Well, we sat down with my parents and things were a little strained at first. Then my grandpa Lewis started making really bad jokes and the mood changed. We had a very nice dinner, even mom enjoyed the food. I told her what to order and she really liked it. Even though it was chicken she thought maybe I could cook it for them some night when I moved back. I could tell that I hurt them again when I told them that I wasn’t moving home. This brought on a whole discussion about what it meant to be independent and I was prepared for it. When I told them I had met with our insurance guy about taking over the insurance for the car the other day, they were shocked. When my dad recovered from the shock he was impressed. He turned to my mom and said our little girl has grown up. They were happy to keep paying for the car, which I was happy about. My life is a struggle — Voltaire I was working my fingers to the bones taking any overtime when I could get, sometimes working two jobs and taking classes at a community college. I knew I wanted this four-year degree but it was going to be expensive. The only help I was getting was verbal advice from Jess and every once in a while, a chef would make a comment to me about what I should be doing. I took everything that was told to me and made a diagram to my end goal of getting a BS in a culinary school. I knew I was going to be in debt for a long time. I really didn’t care, though I had no idea what I was really getting into. Everyone was in debt, right? It was nothing new. I just knew I wanted a BS and I was going to do it on my own. I told my parents that I applied to the CIA and was accepted. I was excited to report that I got a scholarship. My parents were in disbelief. They sat there with their mouths hanging open. “What about cooking? I thought you wanted to be a chef.” I started laughing, “The CIA is the Culinary Institute of America. Did you really think I was going to be a spy?” It was a good laugh until they found out it was in California. They had hoped I would stay up here in Seattle. I assured them that Seattle was my home. I would be back because there were so many good restaurants around here that I knew I could get a job back here when I finished. I said my goodbyes to everyone and drove my Prius down to Napa. My scholarship did not cover all expenses and really quickly my credit card bills started to pile up. I didn’t know how it happened that I was getting into so much debt. I was working while going to school. I wasn’t into clothes. I didn’t eat out much: between work and school, food was pretty much covered. After a year I told the school I couldn’t afford it anymore and moved back home. I missed my family anyway. I was glad I did. My grandpa Lewis died about six months after I moved back home. He was the light to everyone. He was so smart and quick-witted. Even though some of his jokes were lame we still laughed. He was so full of wisdom that everyone sought him out when they had a problem. We were all like lemmings. We followed him around. He gave the best hugs and the twinkle in his eye would make you feel better in an instant. Dad, Grandma and Uncle Kenny were so heartbroken it was difficult to watch. I busied myself in the kitchen making food for everyone who stopped by. Grandpa had so many friends here and I don’t know how many flew in from New York. We almost needed a traffic cop for all the people stopping by. Since Grandpa moved here, he and Grandma still helped out at the fireman picnics and brought dinner to the stations. We had no idea how involved my grandparents had gotten since moving here. I think they have more friends than my parents. Grandpa was buried with some Firefighter honors. He was a true hero saving so many lives. The evening before his funeral we read through some of the thank you letters that he received after a save. It really warmed my heart to read some of those letters. We picked out a few of the letters to read at the funeral. Grandpa thought it was funny that he wanted to be cremated and would make bad jokes about it all the time. It turned out to be really funny when the fire truck was our escort to the crematorium where he was going to be cremated. Uncle Kenny said that was our last joke that grandpa would play on us. We were laughing and crying at the same time. I assume for all different reasons. Grandma Lewis was so confused the whole time. She just went where we told her to go and sit when we told her to sit. Since I was the only girl child I stayed with Grandma and helped her dress and undress. For being an old lady, she still had a figure in a dress but seeing her almost naked was a real eye opener. I didn’t understand why she was so out of it until my mom took me aside and told me she heard you can only think about ten percent of your ability after a death. Grandma and grandpa had been married sixty years and had known each other their whole lives, having grown up on the same block in New York City. The death was a total shock so grandma was probably unable to think at all. After the funeral I was spending more time at grandma’s than I was in my own apartment. Grandma finally talked me into moving into her spare bedroom. I told her I would pay her rent or I wouldn’t move in. She agreed though she made sure I knew she wasn’t happy about it. She knew my schedule was very tight between going to school and work so she made no demands on me. When we were together and I wasn’t studying we would play cards or she would show me a movie she thought I would like. We were ideal roommates. We were both clean, well-mannered and quiet. Grandma worried about me because I wasn’t dating. I told her I didn’t have time to date. Besides, all I met were restaurant people and I knew I would never marry any of the guys I met at work. They were either poor, worked all the time, drank too much or did drugs. None of these things made a man attractive to me. I didn’t mind going out on group dates with the guys from the restaurants. There was a clear understanding of where I drew the line on what I was willing to do or go when I was with them. I didn’t want to be around drugs which they understood and if they did them while we were together, they did a pretty good job of not letting me see it. Because of my reluctance to date men in my field, grandma would try to set me up with sons of firefighters she met. Grandma would pull me to this or that function if my schedule would allow. She wasn’t very smooth about it either, which was so embarrassing for me. I just wanted to dig a hole in the ground and hide. Sometimes I would agree to go on a date, sometimes both the guy and I would feel the pressure to say yes. A few of the guys I went on more than one date, but what guy wants to go out on a date with a woman that needs her sleep and works forty hours a week and goes to school part time? Our hours of free time rarely worked out. I did find a running partner on one of the dates, but this was all we did together. We met in a group on Saturday mornings around seven and ran, then went to a cute little coffee shop and had breakfast afterwards. I have met some really nice people in this group. Life is a bunch of ups and downs. It's how you handle it —Baker Mayfield My mom and dad lived a very healthy life running, biking and eating healthily. They only drank on weekends and it was the night they went to trivia. Dad had one drink and mom had two. Dad was the designated driver. When we went out to dinner, we each had a glass of wine that complimented the meal. I was getting pretty good at pairing wine with dinner now through my education in the classroom and the restaurants I worked in. Dad was having more trouble keeping up with my mom when they were exercising and one day dad just didn’t have the energy to run. Mom made him go to the doctor as soon as he could get in, which was a couple of weeks. Mom went with him, which I knew was a sign that she was scared. I begged her to text me as soon as they were finished with the doctor. When I didn’t hear from her, I knew something was up. When I got home from school their car was in the driveway. Instantly I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, the kind that makes you afraid to move because you might throw up. I sat there in my car in the driveway, not moving. My mom finally came out of the house to get me. She helped me out of the car and I clung to her afraid to let go. “Tanzi, it is going to be alright. There is a good chance he will beat this.” That was all I remember from that night. Oh, I also remember the words Hodgkin's lymphoma. Two words I had never heard before and wished they were never a part of my vocabulary. My head was spinning all night. After I held onto my dad for what seemed like hours listening to them talk about the cancer and the plans to get dad cancer free, I had to go to work. I was messing up left and right at work and they sent me home. I asked if I was fired and they laughed. Apparently, I was their best worker. I thanked them and went home and did my own research on Hodgkin's lymphoma. I had gotten into the Washington State University culinary program and was happy there. Doing this research on cancer I came across Bastyr University and saw that I could get a bachelor of science degree in nutrition and culinary arts. I liked the idea of the holistic approach I could take there. I applied that night. I was hoping I wrote coherently because it was after two a.m. and I am not great after midnight. I didn’t know what I was doing, letting myself go deeper and deeper into debt. I just knew what my passion was and it was cooking and my family. My scare with my dad showed me I needed to be around my parents more. Okay, now I was spreading myself thin as could be with work, school and seeing my parents more. I finished out the semester at WSU and started at Bastyr the next semester. Now I would be learning about all the holistic approaches to eating. I was making my dad eat better. I didn’t have to change much but I was feeling better that I was making food he could take to work for lunch so no more eating out at whatever restaurant that fit into his schedule. Since I moved out my dad would put money into my savings account, when he saw the amount drop below a thousand dollars. He thought he was sneaking money to me without me knowing. They set up my account when I was ten and our savings accounts were connected. If I wanted to, I could have put money into their account as well. I thought about putting the money back that he was transferring but instead I would transfer that amount into another savings account. This saving was increasing by leaps and bounds while I was in school. I couldn’t wait until I was out of school, then I could start paying off my debt and I would feel better about my situation. It was hard not to take this money and pay off some of my debt but I was bound and determined to do this on my own. Besides, I had plans for this money that I was saving. I wanted to take dad on a trip to Italy. I didn’t know this when I started to put it in a new savings account, I just knew I wanted to take him on a trip. During my dad’s chemo I made him food that would help with the sickness from the treatments. At least, I hoped it was helpful. He always had a brave face for us. One day dad caught a cold which scared mom and me. We were so afraid of any sickness. We were right to be scared because the cold went into his chest and he ended up in the hospital for a few days. This was when I decided we were going to Italy. While we sat with him in his hospital room, he talked about wishing he had gone to Italy. Mom told him she was sorry she kept him from traveling. She promised she would make it up to him when he got better. During this time, I felt so bad for my mom. She was so full of guilt. My grandma Thompson was sick on the other side of the state and with my dad going through chemo she didn’t feel like she could go home. I finally talked her into going home when dad was finished with his last chemo. Well, we were hoping it would be his last one. He still had many doctor appointments and scans to have, so we were keeping our fingers crossed. I stayed with dad while she went home. Dad said he didn’t need a babysitter but mom said she wouldn’t go unless someone was here with him. He was happy to have me stay with him if she would finally go see her mom. Mom ended up staying a couple of weeks because grandma was worse off than her family let mom know. Grandma Thompson passed away with all of her family by her side. A couple of days before her death mom called to say grandma was bad. Dad and I both called work to tell them we wouldn’t be in. We drove through the night to be with mom and of course to see grandma. Grandma was in and out of consciousness. On one occasion when grandma was coherent, she took her wedding ring off her finger and gave it to me. She whispered, “I want you to have all my jewelry but this one is the most important piece. When a man wants to replace this ring, you make sure he is worthy of it. Make sure he is as good as your grandfather. If he was half the man your dad is, you have a keeper.” I didn’t know what to say. I looked up at my dad and he was crying, which made me cry. I just laid my head on grandma’s chest and told her how much I loved her and I would make sure that I got a good man. We were all in grandma’s room telling stories about growing up and laughing when my mom turned to grandma and noticed she wasn’t breathing anymore. She had a smile on her face. When I say she passed away she really did just pass away. I had heard stories about people dying and some of them were terrifying. If I had a choice, I wanted to be surrounded by family telling funny stories and just pass away like she did. I drove mom’s car back the day after the funeral. Dad and mom stayed for another week. I got home and opened up my suitcase to find my grandma’s jewelry box in there. I hadn’t taken anything but her wedding ring which I still had on my finger. My mom must have put it in my suitcase. The jewelry box wasn’t big because, let’s face it, grandma was a farmer. You can’t wear a lot of jewelry around the farm, just like a cook can’t wear jewelry when working with knives and flames. The pieces of jewelry she did have were nice pieces. I really liked her wedding ring plus what she called her cocktail ring. The cocktail ring had a huge black onyx with little diamonds all around it. She had a couple other rings and when I put them on my fingers, I thought they looked funny. Don’t get me wrong, I loved them. I just wasn’t used to seeing rings on my fingers. She had a beautiful tennis bracelet that Grandpa Thompson had given her on their sixtieth wedding anniversary last year. She wore it every day since she wasn’t working on the farm anymore. She loved showing it off. Life is a series of experiences, each one of which makes us bigger, even though sometimes it is hard to realize this. For the world was built to develop character, and we must learn that the setbacks and grieves which we endure help us in our marching onward. —Henry Ford I sat there looking at my grandma Thompson’s jewelry thinking I probably could sell it all and pay a huge chunk if not all of my debt off. I flopped down on my bed to really think about it. This really was grandma’s jewelry, not mine. I couldn’t sell it. I took a deep breath. My family would disown me if I did something like that. My cousins had girlfriends that they would probably marry since they had been together forever. They probably wouldn’t have minded having grandma’s wedding ring to give to their girlfriends. I guess I was stuck with them. I didn’t know when I would wear them. I put everything back in the box and put the box in my underwear drawer. I kept getting bill after bill and I kept working hard. I had one semester left and I would graduate from college. It had only taken me ten years to graduate. I didn’t know what to do now. Dad was doing great. He only had to go to the doctor once a year now. Mom and dad have taken a couple of trips since he was feeling better. It drove me nuts when they came home. It was like they weren’t on the same trip. Their stories were so different. What hurt was they didn’t see that I would have given anything for a vacation or even just a long weekend away. I just kept plugging away at work and studying pretending everything was alright. Grandma Lewis had stopped setting me up, which thrilled me to death. I didn’t have time for anything right now. My parents decided to plan a graduation party for me which I thought was stupid but I didn’t want to cause any waves so I went along with it. Graduating was such a relief: no more paying money out of pocket to get an education unless I decided to go for a master’s or doctorate. Sometimes I thought about it because I was not sure where I wanted my life direction to go. Did I get a job at a hospital, work as a private chef, or keep working in a restaurant? I could throw in some more options but I got overwhelmed when I started looking for a job. I made the decision to keep working at the restaurant right now. I had a job on the line in a boutique restaurant that offered local food and craft beer. I made more as a server. This was frustrating for me. Something unexpected happened at my graduation party. I met a friend of my dad’s son. He had just moved back from the east coast. We hit it off right away. He liked my sense of humor, which I knew was an acquired taste. Grandma was happy to see that I was dating more than once every couple of months. Because of my hours at work, we had to get creative with his work schedule so we could go out on a date. At first, we were doing great, making time for each other, then Tim started to complain about my work schedule. I started to look around for a job that would fit a normal work schedule. Really a job that would fit his work schedule. When I found a day job and put in my two-week notice, my boss said he was going to offer me the sous chef job when Sandy, our sous chef got her head chef job at his new restaurant. It was hard for me to pass that up. I knew it would be only a few more months but I didn’t think Tim would be able to handle much more of me working there. It broke my heart that I had to give it up. Grandma Lewis wasn’t happy when I told her about it. “Why are you changing your life for this guy? You worked hard to get where you are. Do you think he would change his job to suit you?” All I could tell her was I was trying to live a normal life whatever that was. My new job was not as great as my old job. The people were not as fun to work with. It really felt like a job not a passion. After a couple of months, I was looking for a new job. Tim was putting more demands on me, too, like expecting me to always cook for him instead of taking me out to eat. He didn’t understand when I complained about not getting any time off of work. I got a new job where I got to be on the line prepping food and serving part-time. It was a new hip restaurant that was just starting up. The people I met were very nice and were joking with me right from the start. They didn’t know if I was a real chef because I didn’t have any tattoos they could see. I said I was starting a new look for chefs. I was going back to the Julia Child era. I said this in my perfect Julia Child imitation. Only a couple of people knew who Julia Child was but I wasn’t going to hold it against them. I was looking forward to this new endeavor. I wasn’t always free when Tim wanted me to be but I told him to get used to it. I had this new opportunity and I was taking it. The job and Tim were starting to fail after six months. I didn’t know which one was going to end first. I didn’t know which failure was going to hurt me more. I had pretty much had it with Tim and his demands. He was taking way more than giving and I was tired of it. It pissed me off that he broke up with me before I had a chance to break it off with him. He went on a vacation without me and never told me he was going. I got a text from him telling me he left for Colorado on a ski trip. That was it. I couldn’t believe he went on a trip without me! When he came back, I was going to end it. He had the gall to send me a selfie of him and another woman on a mountain telling me it was over between us. I scared Grandma to death when I let out a blood curdling scream. She came running to my room ready to find an intruder or me bleeding to death. I have never heard my grandma cuss before when she opened my door to see me pacing back and forth. “Damn you Tanzi. What the hell is the matter with you?” I couldn’t say a word, I was fuming. I finally showed her the picture Tim sent. “Can you believe him? After all I did for him!” “Well, he can go to hell then.” I started to laugh, “Grandma I never heard you cuss before. Have you been hanging around my people too much?” “I guess I have. Your grandfather would have been proud of me cursing. He said I was too prim and proper for too much of the time.” I gave her a hug. “You are just the right amount of everything Grandma.” I think our life is a journey, and we make mistakes, and it’s how we learn from those mistakes and rebound from those mistakes that sets us on the path that we’re meant to be on. — Jay Ellis The restaurant only lasted another couple of months after my break up with Tim. I went down with the ship. I couldn’t leave. The people were so nice but they were in a bad location, but most of all they were ill equipped to run a restaurant. I tried to help and I thought the pride they had prevented them from taking help or suggestions from anyone. The failure of the restaurant happened at the same time Dad was coming up on his five-year check on being cancer free. I was turning thirty in a month. I really had no money in my savings account but I did in the savings account that I set up with his money he had given me, I had enough to give my dad and me a wonderful trip. I talked to my mom about it and she really didn’t want to go. Besides, she had a big project she was finishing up and couldn’t leave. I thought she was just saying this so I would go with my dad alone. She thought it would be a wonderful gift to give dad. Just the two of us going somewhere. I talked to grandma about it, too. I said when I came back. I would look for a job and would she mind if I didn’t pay her rent this month and maybe next month. She was fine if I didn’t pay any more rent at all. I assured her while I was gone, I was going to decide how to use my degree the best I could and find a real job that I could see a future in. She was so happy that I was planning a trip with dad. I told her she could come along if she wanted. No, she wanted dad and me to have a special trip. Dad came home with great news. No more cancer! I made a special dinner for all of us. I even invited Uncle Kenny and Aunt Louise. Grandma Lewis was my date for the evening. I wished all my dates were as understanding as her. During the dessert of tiramisu, I made a toast. “To Dad, may he never have cancer again. For that matter may none of us ever have to say cancer again.” Everyone cheered to that toast. “Dad, I have a gift for you to celebrate.” I handed him an envelope. “What’s this?” He was looking around at everyone. “Do you know all that money you thought you were sneaking into my account? Well, I put it in another account then into CDs. I have a great teacher.” I patted his hand. “We are using this to take a trip to Italy…just you and me with a lot of Italian food and wine for two weeks.” “No, you should have used that money for school.” “You told me that you weren’t paying for my schooling.” “Well, I was wrong. You should take this money and pay off your debt.” “Too late, you already have two weeks off. Mom and I talked to your boss. You have a few days to tighten up loose ends then it is me and you flying off to beautiful Italy.” Dad looked around the room at everyone smiling so big and he shook his head and said, “Buon viaggio everyone.” Then he raised his glass in a toast. “I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you as a daughter.” I got out of my chair and went over to give him a huge hug and a kiss. Life is a song - sing it. Life is a game - play it. Life is a challenge - meet it. Life is a dream - realize it. Life is a sacrifice - offer it. Life is love - enjoy it. — Sai Baba This trip was to be a special vacation with my dad. A celebration of life though it turned out way more than that. In many ways it was the beginning of my story. A whole new world opened to me the minute we stepped off the plane. I rented a car with a manual transmission. I had learned how to use a stick when I learned how to drive, then my parents bought me a Prius that was automatic. It was a little shaky pulling out of the parking lot but I never stalled. Dad wanted me to drive because he was afraid he would drive too slow for the Italians. He knew they drove fast. He had done his research before leaving Seattle, plus he read most of the flight. We were both tired and the drive to Lake Como was a little difficult. It had taken us the better part of a day of travel to get to this point. We tried all the tricks we knew to have a successful flight. We ate very healthy the week before and kept hydrated. On the plane we drank a lot of water, too. I was glad we traveled first class so we were not climbing over people to go to the bathroom. We took a sleeping aid to make sure we slept. Still, we both were tired. I think we should have gone for a run before we got in the car. Instead, we went for a run when we got to our hotel. “Okay, Dad I will meet you downstairs when you are ready. I am going to stretch out front until you get there. It is such a beautiful day I don’t want to miss any of it.” “I will race you downstairs because I was thinking the same thing coming up in the elevator.” I walked into my room and I couldn’t get over how beautiful it was. Dad insisted that I get the room with a view of the lake. I have a little balcony that we could sit and have a coffee on in the morning. I walked around the room and touched everything. The room was filled with antique furniture. The wood was honey brown and with the walls a dusty rose, it is hard not to wish I could just stay in the room. The silk comforter was just a beautiful maroon with pearl color roses throughout. I ran my hand across the comforter and thought what it was going to feel like to lie down on it. I knew tonight would probably be an early night, then we would get on schedule. I was looking forward to going to sleep tonight. I beat dad downstairs by seconds. I ran down the stairs and he took the elevator. I told him he cheated and he reminded me this whole trip would be a cheating experience. He was only running because I was making him or he would be lying down on his beautiful bed. He told me I would have to check out his room. He might not see the lake, nevertheless the view was breathtaking. We took a lovely run down by the lake. Both of us kept pointing out things and it was hard to run and sightsee at the same time. We had to go off the trail once when dad saw a gelateria. We sat there looking at the mountains and the water, eating two dips of gelato. My new favorite flavor is amarena. I had never had anything like it. I loved sour cherries and chocolate together. The woman serving asked if I wanted an amarena with the chocolate swirled through it. Oh, I was in heaven. It would be hard to try a different flavor. Dad loved it, too. I thought his pistachio was good though two dips would have been too much for me. He didn’t have any trouble getting them down. We both couldn’t wait until the next time we got to have gelato. Dad suggested my flavor would be good in coffee. My dad and I made perfect travel partners. We loved trying what the other ordered. When we finished the run, we went back to the hotel to shower and dress for the day. We both felt better after the run. I thought the gelato helped, though now we were off to find a restaurant for lunch. Dad said he planned to eat his way through Italy and worry about it later. He would run each morning with me but I was to plan on eating a lot while we were here. I set up a cooking class for tourists in Bologna as a surprise for him. I wouldn’t mind taking a class in making Italian food. I was just excited about going to Bologna for the food. We were stopping in Modena and Parma on the way down there next week. I knew dad has wanted to come to Lake Como since he read a couple of books that take place here. I was the one that wanted to go to the Emilia Romana region. I had to be careful not to wish my time away while here. I really needed to be in the moment. We had asked the desk manager at the hotel where to go for lunch. He was more than happy to tell me about this little hole in the wall restaurant. He thought we would like it. We almost missed it because we were gawking at everything in sight. It was so beautiful here. I was thinking I could move here in a minute. I thought my dad felt the same way. We walked into the restaurant and the whole place was wood paneling and the table and chairs matched the paneling. I wouldn’t have decorated this restaurant like this but it must work for them. It has been a restaurant for over a hundred years. We were seated where we couldn’t even see out the one window. I was a little nervous because neither of us really spoke Italian. Dad had two years of it in college, which was a long time ago. You could smell the grease from the kitchen so I thought we were going to have something fried. Dad asked for the specialty of the house and something else for her…pointing to me. I gave dad’s toe a kick and thought the next time I was ordering for him. When the waitress left, I said, “You have no idea what we will get. We could end up with tripe. I knew I was supposed to be adventurous, nevertheless the lining of a cow’s stomach didn’t sound like something I wanted to be my first dish in Italy.” “Do you really think we will get tripe?” “I know they eat it here.” “Should I call her back?” Now, he looked a little worried. “No, but if we get tripe, you are eating most of it.” “I will give it a try. I think your mom would because it comes from the cow. What do you think?” “I don’t think you know mom at all. She would never eat it.” I just shook my head at him. Sweetheart, I have never seen you with jewelry on. Is that all from your grandma Thompson?” “I never get to wear rings so I decided that I would wear them all,” smiling so brightly. It made me feel closer to her and a little more ladylike. She would always talk about being more ladylike. I needed to wear more dresses and jewelry, she would say. I was fingering my locket when I realized that I didn’t show him what I did with it. Opening it up, “Dad, mom is with us on this trip.” I had taken one of my favorite pictures of them and put mom on one side and dad on the other. “Oh, honey, that is so sweet. I love that picture. Mom looks so beautiful. I think that was taken before I got cancer. My hair in that picture is my real hair.” “Dad, you still have hair. Yes, it might be curlier than it used to be and a lot grayer. You should be happy you still have hair. Several of my friends' dads have lost their hair, and they didn’t have cancer.” The woman brought us a little plate of fried fish that she called Shad. We will have to look that one up. She spelled it for my dad. I knew he would remember it. It was a little salty. Even so it was delicious on the bread. I thought they made their bread. It was so fresh and tasty. When the woman set a plate of creamy polenta with another kind of lake fish in front of my dad, he had the biggest smile. We were able to figure out that dad had perch on the polenta. I got a pork cutlet pounded out perfectly with roasted potatoes. We had made the deal to switch after we had eaten half and both of us were a little reluctant. We both were pleasantly surprised that we enjoyed the other dish as well, even though it wasn’t as hot. Next time we agreed we would just split the dish right away. Both of us were happy that we asked where to eat. We would have never seen this place. We were lucky to stumble onto it.. I knew we wouldn’t have stepped foot in it if the clerk hadn’t suggested it. When we stepped out of the restaurant, we were hit by a cold breeze coming off the lake. No wonder why they only had one window and a small door. I was sure when it was winter there were fewer cracks for the wind to rush through. The winter pictures I had seen in the hotel and the restaurant made me think I would love this place just as much in the winter. I might just have to come back here to ski in the alps. I knew my credit card company would like that idea. A person could dream, couldn’t they? We were reluctant to get in the car and drive somewhere so we just walked around the town and enjoyed the sights. We stepped foot into a few galleries, a couple of shops and we just had to stop in a gelateria for an afternoon snack. Okay I found my new favorite flavor: fruit of the woods. Dad got lemon. We agreed we wouldn’t get the same flavor twice if we could help it. We were in heaven. Everything we saw, we couldn’t get over how beautiful it was. We were in overload mode now because we just wanted to sit and enjoy the view. After seeing a couple of churches and one cathedral dad said he would have stayed a Catholic if he had been able to go to church here. We still have a couple of Basilicas to walk through and he was ready to go back to church. There were times like these when I wished I was raised in a church. I had nothing to connect to like Grandma Lewis and Grandma Thompson. They went to church every Sunday. Maybe when I went back home, I would go to church with Grandma Lewis. She might be surprised when I accept her offer to go. She had asked me every week since I moved in with her over five years ago. I couldn’t believe it had been that long. Maybe I should look for a place of my own. I knew I would never beat the price and I had someone who would cook for me. I loved cooking but I did enjoy a day off sometimes. It was dinner time and dad wanted to try pizza. I thought I could have done a better job though the simplicity of the pizza made it very enjoyable. I did like more herbs in my sauce. That said, the dough was what makes the pizza and the toppings did not subtract from the star of the dish, the crust. It was an early night for the two of us. Before we went to bed, we checked out each other’s room. I could barely tell he had a view because it was so dark on his side of the hotel. My room you could still see the lake. His furniture was darker than mine and they didn't match. Mine all matched, which I thought gave the room a more put together look. His bed looked just as nice as mine though his comforter was lemon yellow with swirls of blue and green. It looked to me like waves crashing into the sun. On my beautiful dresser I placed all six rings I brought with me and took off my necklace. I had to stretch my fingers out after taking them off. My hands were not used to wearing all those rings. It was kind of cool to be able to wear them. I didn’t care if one of them was a wedding ring. I was going to switch them around each day and see if I liked one ring better on a certain finger. I stood there looking at grandma’s wedding ring. I picked it up and played with it, thinking about my life. There wasn’t much to think about. I was too busy to date much in high school. I had a group of friends I did things with on weekends. It was a mixture of guys and gals. We only had one couple, who ended up together, out of the whole group. They got married in college and had everyone over a few times a year. They have me cook for the group once a year. It was fun but I was the only one who was still single this year. I couldn’t believe I was thirty, no job, no partner and a big debt. I set down the ring. I vowed that I would be married by forty and have a child. I hoped I could have children. I hoped my mom hadn’t passed down her problem. I slid into my bed and thought how nice it was to have satin sheets. I woke up to my alarm going off on my phone. I lied there thinking, do I really want to get up to run? I threw back the cover and slid off the bed. Yes, I wanted to run because I wanted to eat anything and everything. I hoped we could top yesterday’s food or at least have food just as good. Dad was waiting for me outside. “You wanted to have lots of food, too?” I laughed, “You are so right. My bed was so comfortable. Was yours?” “Oh, yes, I am going to have to look at the mattress because your mom and I could use a new one and I think it will be that bed. By the way, I don’t think the hotel people like my running gear. You should have seen the look I got.” “Oh, I meant to say something to you yesterday when you were coming out of the elevator. I saw the owner look at you and shake her head. I am not sure if it is that we are runners or that we wear skimpy clothes. I didn’t see any runners yesterday but they have such nice pathways around here.” I looked around, “It looks like we will be running in Seattle today.” This was very disappointing. I thought Italy would be sunnier than Seattle. There would be no sightseeing while running today, even though running through the streets still gives me chills that I was actually running in ITALY! After the run we thought it would be best if we showered and dressed before we went down to breakfast. By the time I got to breakfast dad was already on his second cup of cappuccino. He was sitting there with a plate filled with half eaten pastries and fruit. When I sat down, he was all smiles. “Please don’t tell your mom how I have eaten while we are here, please.” He was actually begging me. “Dad I won’t as long as you continue to run with me and when you get back you don’t cheat for a month.” “Okay, you drive a hard bargain,” frowning. “I mean no fatty foods or alcohol. You have to eat more spinach, raspberries and all the antioxidant foods I have taped to your refrigerator.” “If I eat some of that food while here, can I have a glass of red wine on Fridays?” He smiled that smile I couldn’t resist. “Okay, though I don’t want you counting gelato as one of those foods unless it is low in sugar and fat. I think the fruit of the woods sorbet I had yesterday would count.” I got the biggest smile from him. “I can handle that.” “You know if you keep eating like this you are going to get sick.” “Oh, but it is so wonderful going down.” I leaned in, “Dad! Seriously, what should I waste my calories on?” “That is easy…everything! These croissants are just as good as yours.” My dad knew the right things to say. I remember going through croissant week, month, year in school. It started out just wanting to learn how to make puff pastries then I added on more pastries until I had a minor in pastries. Working in the Greek restaurants helped when it came to learning how to make baklava. I learned how to stretch that dough or the owner’s mother would smack my hand with a wooden spoon. When I told my grandparents about this, Grandpa Lewis told me that the nuns at his school used to hit him with a ruler. After gorging ourselves with pastries, yogurt, fruits and topping them off with cappuccinos we decided to drive up into the mountains hoping to get out of the fog. I have to admit I was driving too slow for the locals. I had high beams flashed at me too many times to count. I saw a sign for a parking lot and took it. I told dad I have had enough of driving in the fog and that if he wanted to take over, I would be more than happy to hand over the keys. He wanted nothing to do with driving in this soup. Dad had read you always wanted to go to the center of the town. He said there were two reasons for this, the first reason is most of the action was in the center. The other was the tourist information was usually located there so you knew what to see in the town. We saw signs for the center and started walking. We could feel we were walking up a steep hill that had those cobble stones but that was all we could see. We were walking up a road that we thought was just a walkway when all of a sudden, a motorcycle came roaring around the corner. Dad and I jumped to the opposite side of the road and put our backs up against the walls. I hated to admit it but I screamed. As soon as the motorcycle passed us dad came running over to me and locked arms. “I could hardly see you on the other side of the road. Let’s keep together until we get in the middle of town.” I was comfortable with that. The higher we went the better we could see. There was more foot traffic and cars as we got closer to the center. We got to this bridge that went over rushing water – not that you could see the water, you just heard it. I could see this as an eerie scene in a murder mystery movie from long ago. I realized I had been watching too many movies with Grandma Lewis at this point. I expected to see a bunch of people in trench coats and Fedora hats whispering to each other. The sound of the rushing water echoed through the mountain passes and added to my overactive imagination. When we got to the top, we were still in fog, but you could see for probably a mile into the mountains. Looking out over the river that we couldn’t see, the fog was so dense along its path through the mountains. It looked like a river of floating white clouds. It was a very cool sight. I tried taking pictures of it, but they didn’t come out as cool as it looked. We milled around town looking in the shops for a gift for mom and grandma. We stopped in a jewelry shop and bought mom, grandma and my two aunts silver earrings. Apparently, Italy has a lot of silver. The earrings were so beautiful and they weren’t that expensive. I contemplated buying myself a pair. I kept coming back to these blue sapphire studs. They were very simple and I could wear them to work. I told myself I didn’t need to spend any money on me. I could have spent longer in this store. There were so many things to look at and they were all gorgeous. Dad on the other hand got tired of exploring after he found what he was looking for. “Honey, it’s after one. Don’t you think it’s time to go have lunch? All this shopping has made me hungry.” “Let’s go to that little bistro we saw by the river. We can sit outside and look up at the mountains.” “Sounds like a plan.” We were happy to sit outside even though you were sitting on top of each other. Seriously, the waitress had to turn sideways to get through the tables to wait on people. The tables were so small, really only two people could fit at them. I could see that this place would be more suitable for having drinks and looking at the mountains with a few friends. We were seated next to two handsome men in the corner of the patio area. It was hard not to stare at them when we were being seated. If we were back in Seattle, I would have enjoyed being seated this close to a couple of really good-looking men. I would have rather it not be with my dad seated across from me but rather one of my girlfriends. Though with my luck they would be gay and on a romantic date. We would have a great time chatting then go our separate ways. Since we were in Italy, I knew we would be going our separate ways after lunch. Dad was driving me nuts with his head bobbing towards the guys trying to get me to notice them. First of all, like I didn’t notice them. I could reach out and touch one of them without stretching and probably touch the other guy’s knee. Second, I could barely handle my dad being my wingman. Third, we were in Italy. What were the chances we would see them again? Finally, I got my dad to stop trying to get me to notice them by acknowledging them. “This is a beautiful restaurant. Have you eaten here before? We could use some help on what to order here.” The one man that I was facing had a sweet smile and responded as sweetly, “No, this is our first time. The fog was too heavy to continue on so we stopped here hoping by the time we finished I wouldn’t mind driving in the fog that was left.” This appeased my dad and he was happy to just look at the menu for the time being. I reached out to touch my dad’s hand to get his attention. “Are you in any hurry to get out of this town?” “No, why?” He looked at me with so much concern. I loved the way my dad could be so concerned about me with just a few words said. “Oh, I just wanted to have risotto. It takes time to make a proper risotto. You can’t make it ahead of time or it is mush and gloopy. “That sounds good but I see they have grilled pork chops and that is what I am having.” “Let’s get the house white if that is okay with you.” “Hey, having any wine is okay with me. Such a treat to have wine with lunch.” I heard the guy next to me make a grunting noise. I wanted to say something but I left it alone. I was not happy that he was finding humor in a simple statement my dad made. The waitress took our order and theirs at the same time. The man facing me ordered the risotto and smiled at me. They each ordered a glass of wine while dad and I ordered a half a liter of the house white. The waitress brought us our wine and a plate of bread. I was a little surprised that nothing came with the bread. The disappointment started to seep into my thoughts when I tasted the bread. It was definitely not made in house or even today’s bread. Dad and I agreed that it was not worth the calories after our first bite. While we were waiting for our food dad slipped a box over to me. “What’s this?” “Don’t think I didn’t notice you looking at these,” He pushed the box closer to me. I picked up the box and hoped they were the ones I truly wanted. Yes, they were the blue sapphire earrings. I jumped out of my chair and gave my dad a hug and a kiss. “You are too good to me.” I heard a noise coming from the guy sitting next to me. They had been talking about this renovation they were doing but when I hugged dad the conversation stopped and he tsked. I wanted to ask him what his problem was but reframed myself again. Sitting this close it was hard not to have a conversation with the people sitting right next to you. I had waited tables where people were at the same table and they were farther apart than the four of us. We were planning our next destination when the food arrived. I could tell when she set down my dish, I was not going to be happy. First, our food should have taken longer to make and second it looked undercooked. I could tell the color of the rice was not right. I was glad it was a mushroom risotto so I knew the mushrooms would be cooked enough. “Honey, what is wrong?” “This doesn’t look cooked enough.” “Try it, it might be deceiving you.” I took a bite and I felt the chalkiness in my molars as I chewed. “This is awful.” I looked over to the guy who ordered risotto but he got osso buco. His looked like overcooked or yesterday’s risotto. I wasn’t going to say anything to him though it wasn’t long and he was saying something to me. “How is your risotto?” “I am afraid it isn’t very good. I am fighting the urge to send it back. How is yours?” “Well, it isn’t the best I have ever had. Well, actually it tastes blah. I don’t know if I am being too picky.” His friend piped up, “He is the pickiest person when it comes to food.” My dad had to add his two cents worth in on this conversation, “Well, my daughter is a chef and she knows food. So, I trust her opinion.” The guy next to me said, “She’s your daughter? I thought she was your wife.” Now, I knew why all the noise was coming out of him. He was judging us. What a jerk! The guy I was facing started the introductions, “Hi, I am Phillip and this is my friend Kyle. Are you two traveling around Italy or camped out around here?” “Nice to meet you. This is my daughter Tanzi and I am Edward. We are up here for a week traveling around Lake Como then we are heading south to Bologna. After my readings I thought, I might want to pop over to Florence too. My daughter gave me this present after my five-year cancer free checkup.” “Okay dad, enough. I am sure these gentlemen don’t want our history as well.”

Romance books written by Kimberly Caristi. They are stories about romance, travel and food. If you love Italy you will love the pictures, stories and food. Unpublished Books: A Club I Never Wanted to Join My Summer A dventure My Mother Ruined my Life My Daughter thinks I ruined her life Crows Nest Life is... so many things The Winds of Wyoming Possibilities (Dart) The Diner

Find pictures taken by Kimberly Caristi from her travels around the United States, Italy, Slovenia, and Greece. Charleston, SC Italy 2022 Greece 2022 Frederik Meijer Gardens & Sculpture Park 2023 The beautiful Meteor Crater rest areas in Arizona Central Park, Chesterfield, MO Sunset Hotel in Moriarty, NM Lake Oconee, GA Lake Norman, NC Waterfalls in Franklin NC Slovenia Graz, Austria Italy 2025 Mims, Florida Hollywood, FL

Tessa is an over ambitious young woman.  She turns over her father's farm to an organic farm, becomes a chef, competes in a competition of young chefs, opens a restaurant, raises pekin ducks and emus.  She has one great fling and a drunken night.  Tessa sees love all around her but thinks she will never find that one true love. Written by Kimberly Caristi Tessa is an over ambitious young woman. She turns over her father's farm to an organic farm, becomes a chef, competes in a competition of young chefs, opens a farm to table restaurant, raises pekin ducks and emus. She has one great fling and one drunken night in Italy which is life altering. Tessa sees love all around her but thinks she will never find that one true love. This Magic Moment My excitement was so hard to contain. I was finally going home with my school art project that I worked so hard on. I couldn’t wait to show my mom and dad what I had been working on. As a second grader I was one of the last kids to get on the bus. There were only a couple of kids in first grade and afternoon kindergarten who were behind me. I was very proud of my project, and I bounced my way up the stairs to show Mr. Vanleer, our bus driver, my house. I had picked the nicest looking popsicle sticks to make my farmhouse. I colored them with the salmon marker making sure that I covered the whole stick in a pretty pink color. Of course, my house might have needed to be painted again but that didn’t matter. I was going to give it to my dad, showing him how much I loved our house and him. I was beaming from ear to ear after Mr. Vanleer said it was the nicest house he had ever seen. I had only gotten past a few rows when some mean boy thought it would be funny to trip me, which sent the house flying and to my utter dismay crashing into three pieces. My heart was broken. I was trying desperately not to cry because I had been taught that big girls don’t cry, nonetheless, a few tears did escape. I was saved by our neighbor Chase, who helped me pick up the pieces and had me sit with him. Chase was in seventh grade. He was the oldest of five brothers, all who rode the bus with my sister and me. Frank was in fifth grade, the twins Louis and Gab were in third grade with my sister Tina, and Andy was in first grade. Chase was so helpful; he used his chewing gum to glue back the pieces together. He talked to me about my house and asked me what my favorite subject was in school. We talked the whole way home. He carried my art up to the front of the bus when it was my turn to get off. His was the next stop after you crossed over the creek. When the weather was bad the bus didn’t cross the creek because it would never make it up that hill it was so steep. They either had to walk the rest of the way home or if they were lucky their mom would pick them up. I would never want to walk across that creek in the wintertime when the water was as cold as ice. Once I fell in the creek where it crossed our property and I was swiftly picked up by my dad and he ran with me in his arms all the way to our house. I was wrapped up in blankets and heating pads for a couple of days and got all the hot chocolate that I wanted. I walked our long driveway home with Tina talking all about Jordan, her new love. Tina was only nine but that was all she talked about was love. I have heard my mom and dad talk about her obsession with love. Apparently, it scared both of them. I was too young to understand it but I thought I would have been scared too if I were her mom. While she yammered on about him and how the other girls were jealous of her, I thought about how kind Chase was and thought he was the nicest boy I knew. Maybe I loved him. The Very Thought of You As the years went on, I watched Chase become the king of the bus. His word was law and everything he said went unprotested. He picked the radio station, and we all had to be happy with his choice of music…no one protested. If someone sat in his seat all he had to do was stand there and look at them. He never lifted a fist as far as I saw, unlike his brothers who were always fighting. Even the older kids who still rode the bus deferred to Chase with his undeniable presence. One day when I was in seventh grade I was late getting on the bus. There was only one seat that had only one person in it and that was Chase’s. I saw there were kids with three to a seat. No one ever asked Chase if they could sit with him. He was a senior and there were unwritten bus rules never ask to sit with a senior. The route our bus took in the afternoon was pick up the kids from the high school first then it went to the middle school. We drove a half hour to the elementary school which was another half hour to our house. Half of the kids got off our bus and got on their buses to go in all directions. If you were flying overhead when all the buses left the school, you would have thought it looked like a bunch of yellow ants leaving the anthill. With my arms full of books and a cake pan, I very tentatively asked Chase if I could sit with him. He picked up his book bag without saying a word. I was so nervous I could feel the sweat trickling down my back on that cold winter day. I didn’t want to bother him, so I sat staring straight ahead. Usually, I was very talkative with everyone, but it was Chase, he was the king. I saw that he was eyeing me out of the corner of my eye. Finally, I took a deep breath, “Do you want to say something?” I should have asked meekly but there was not a meek bone in my body. “I am just wondering if there is something in the cake pan you have sitting on your lap,” instead of being gruff he smiled at me. “Yes, I had to do a speech about France so I made a couple Buche de Noel to share with the class.” “A what?” “It is a cake made to celebrate the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year. It’s from the Celts.” I was very chipper of course I was it had to do with France. Anyway, I was proud of myself for knowing all this information about a simple cake. Since he hadn’t stopped smiling at me that made me nervous. A smile shouldn’t make you nervous, it just was the way he was smiling. I continued talking, which was my forte other than baking. I started baking with my mom when I was five since she started working outside of the house. I have gradually started to bake more and sometimes made dinner. I was getting better because we were eating more of it than our dog, Rusty, though when I started Rusty wouldn’t even eat it. “Anyway, a Buche de Noel is like a Swiss roll. Do you know what a Swiss roll is?” “How old are you?” he asked, almost laughing at me. “Twelve? Why?” I said it like I had done something wrong. “You sound like you are way older. Do you have any left?” I was a little worried because if everyone asked, I wouldn’t have any left for my dad and I promised him a piece of cake. I guess I could just make a new one. “Yes.” I said timidly. “Can I taste this Buche de Noel?” I laughed at him butchering the pronunciation. I was thankful he laughed, “You have a great laugh,” he said leaning over to my ear in a low tone. I turned red. In a similar low tone I said, “Yes, but please don’t let anyone see because I don’t have enough for everyone, and I want to save a piece for my dad.” In a hushed tone he said, “Okay.” I snapped off the lid on the side closest to him and lifted it just enough that he could get his hand in and out without losing the slice of cake in his fist. He carefully took a bite with his head against the seat in front of him trying to hide that he had something. I watched patiently to see what he thought. I didn’t have to wait very long, and he turned his head and with his eyes open wide, “You made this?” I nodded my head. “This is very good.” Frank turned around, “What’s good? Do you have food?” Chase licked his lips very fast and lifted his head to confront Frank, “Clean out your ears! I said, ``It is good that she is going to move when the little kids get on the bus.” He gave me a look and winked with the eye that Frank couldn’t see. We talked the rest of the way to the elementary school about all the things I could bake. When I told him I could make a very good cherry pie he let me know that cherry pie was his favorite. I told him I would make him one someday. While walking up our drive, Tina was talking about her new dress for the eighth-grade winter dance this weekend. Mary Jane would be so upset when she saw Tina with heels and a dress that mom actually bought for her. I barely listened because I was thinking of Chase and how he thought I was the best baker he ever met. I knew that was saying a lot because I had his mom’s baked goods at the church picnic. He told me I should become a baker. I had been thinking I would like to become a chef someday. I watched the reruns of Julia Child’s show all the time and it didn’t look that hard. Cherish or Cherry Pie In the spring when I got on the bus all the high school boys were needling Chase, saying they knew he was a jock, but they didn’t know he had brains, too. Everyone knew he was a jock. My dad said Chase’s arm was like a rocket launcher. The football flew out of his arm and landed on the money, which I assumed meant the player caught the ball. Chase also played baseball. He was not the pitcher because his dad wanted him to play professional football instead. I didn’t know you could choose. Chase’s dad and my dad were good friends. Chase was being heckled on the bus which surprised me, no one picked him. I finally heard what they were teasing him about. Come to find out he was named Valedictorian of his class, so he was not only a jock but very smart. When I got off the bus, I had the nerve to speak to him. “Congratulations Chase,” was all I could muster. He gave me his captivating smile and thanked me. At dinner time, I told my mom and dad about Chase being the Valedictorian. My mom said he was the whole package. I asked what that meant and she said he was good looking, smart and an athlete. I guess he was just that. I suggested that I make him a celebratory cherry pie. My mom said that would be a nice gesture. Saturday morning, I got all the supplies together that I needed and made Chase a cherry pie. Mom drove me over to deliver it. I wanted to drop it off and run but mom wanted to visit with Mrs. Richards. I had to sit there while the two of them had a cup of coffee. I was thrilled to find out that all the boys were out working on the farm. I wanted to be nice nevertheless I knew I would be teased if the younger boys saw I baked a pie for Chase. When my mom told Mrs. Richards that we wanted to congratulate Chase with a pie. I was happy that it didn’t come across as me making it for Chase but the Deigert family congratulating Chase. Monday when the Richards boys got on the bus, they told Tina to thank my mom for the best pie ever. It was better than their own mom’s pies. I smiled to myself, but Tina blurted out, “Oh, my mom didn’t make the pie, Tessa did.” She was proud of me. Well, that sent the boys into an uproar. They started to tease me that I liked Chase. They were sitting in the seat behind me tormenting me except Chase who went back to his seat. After a few minutes of taking a bunch of jabs I stood up and I turned around putting my hands on my hips. I leaned forward enough to look like I was going to spit fire and said, “I thought I liked all of you but not anymore. If any of you ever do anything that deserves a pie you won’t be getting it from me!” I was not quite yelling though my voice was higher than usual. I saw Chase sitting in the back and he gave me a thumbs up. I turned back to the front and said in even a louder voice, “Though I doubt any of you could even spell Valedictorian let alone be one.” I sat down with a thud. Well, that shut them up. When Chase got off the bus he stopped at my seat and thanked me for the pie. I was thankful that his brothers were off the bus by the time he got to my seat. He told me I did a good job of handling his brothers. I thought I had to because he was no help. To me this great guy that everyone looked up to was knocked off his high perch as far as I was concerned. The issue was I had put him there. I decided he was just another guy with a big ego. A couple of days later I received a card thanking me for the delicious pie. I couldn’t believe he sent me a thank you card. That was very nice of him. I put it in my treasure box with my arrowheads and my rabbit's foot. Maybe Chase wasn’t that bad . Good Riddance Mrs. Richards called me one day and asked me if I would make a cake for Chase’s graduation party and some cookies. It felt weird talking to an adult about what flavors she wanted in a cake and what kind of cookies. I asked her how she knew I made cakes and cookies. She told me that my mom and dad have been bragging about me for years and all this time Mrs. Richards thought it was really my mom’s baking not mine. “When the boys came home and told me it was you who made the pie, I knew your parents had to be telling the truth.” I stood a little taller that day. I made a black forest cake, chocolate cherry cookies, peanut butter cookies and lemon sugar cookies. The black forest cake was the biggest cake I had ever made. Since I knew Chase liked cherries, I thought he would like that cake the best. Mrs. Richards ordered a chocolate cake: well that just wouldn’t do. It had to be special. We got to go to his graduation party. We drove up their long driveway, up on top of the hill where this grand house sat surrounded by trees. Everyone around here had gravel driveways though the Richards was made from white rocks which really looked so nice against the green grass. Our house was a simple farmhouse with gables and a big picture window in front with a really beaten-up screen door and a wooden screened-in porch to the side of the house. The Richards house was a huge two-story white house with pillars in the front. They had a circular driveway that let you off at their front door. The parking area next to their garage looked out onto a lake. If you wanted to park in their garage, you would drive behind the house. I was in awe of that house though I felt uncomfortable in it when I had my work clothes on but today, I had on a party dress as my mother called it. We arrived before the guests to help set up some chairs and, of course, put my cake and cookies on the table. I was nervous that something might be wrong with the cake. My dad taste tested all the cookies, so I knew they were good…well, he approved. He loved the new cookie that I made up. It was a chocolate cookie base with a maraschino cherry topped with a chocolate glaze. He said I will have to start making those cookies all the time. Mrs. Richards asked me to serve the cake, so I had to stand by the cake table the whole party, which was a drag unless someone took a bite of the cake in front of me and told me how good it was. I didn’t tell anyone that I made it. I just smiled and said I was glad they liked it. Chase came by with some of his friends and they took some cake plus enough cookies that their plates were like pyramids. He smiled at me but didn’t say anything…he was knocked down another peg. After a couple of hours of standing on my feet I begged my mom to let me walk home. It was only a couple of miles, and it was a beautiful evening. I only had to beg a little bit before she told me I had to be careful crossing the creek not to get my shoes wet or dirty. Tina wanted to stay and make gaga faces at all the boys. When Andy heard me say goodbye to Tina, he asked me if he could tag along because he was bored. Andy was the sweetest of all the Richards boys. I didn’t think the middle three were nice at all. They were kind of rough and mean if you asked me. We saw Chase and some of his friends out front and the hooting and hollering that was done while Andy and I walked down the road pissed me off. I tried not to have it bother me, nevertheless it did. I would never understand boys and teasing. I took off my socks and shoes to cross the creek. Andy jumped across. I thought about attempting that but figured if I slipped and fell, I would have Andy laughing at me and I couldn’t stand that at the moment. I had a lot of pent-up frustrations, more like anger. We started cutting through the fields to make the walk shorter. We made plans that when we got to my house, I would change my clothes, and we would play on my tire swing. Well, that didn’t happen. While I was stepping through some tall grass a copperhead struck my ankle. I let out a blood curdling scream that probably could have been heard at the Richards if someone had been listening. I told Andy to go back and tell my parents what happened, and I would meet them at the crossroad. We both knew I had to go to the doctor. I had never seen Andy run so fast. It wasn’t long before I saw our car come speeding down the gravel road with dust flying everywhere. I was sitting in the middle of the road because I wanted to make sure that I could see a snake coming at me. Nobody was happy with me, not even me. I knew I was to walk with a stick in the grass. It took me over a week to feel better. Chase sent me a get-well card along with a thank you for the best cake ever. He said it was better than the Noel cake. I was sure he just remembered the Noel part and not the Buche. He said he was going away to college and if I wanted to send him cookies, he wouldn’t mind, especially the chocolate ones with cherries. He added the lemon cookies were a close second. The thank you helped but it still bothered me the way he treated me or the way he let other people treat me. He had another thing coming if he thought I would make him cookies and send them to him at college. Friends in Low Places The next time I saw Chase was at Frank’s wedding. Tina and I were pretty sure Frank and Candace got caught doing it in her bedroom and her dad said they had to get married, or he was going to send Frank to jail because she was seventeen. Frank looked so unhappy during the ceremony and got drunk at the reception at the Richards home. Chase got drunk too. He was home from college. I was in ninth grade and Tina was in tenth. She was in heaven because there were two boys to every one girl. She never stopped dancing the whole night. Tina got all the best genes when it came to the body. She had all the curves in the right places. I was always told by the sweetest of my aunts that if I would lose ten to twenty pounds that all the boys would flock to me instead of Tina. I didn’t want a guy that bad. If they didn’t like me the way I was then they could just move on, that was my mantra. My mom would say it was my baby fat that made me adorable. Again, I was hired by the Richards to make petit fours, mini lemon meringue pies, and mini cheesecakes. My mom said it would be our gift to them. I thought that cheated Frank out of a gift, but I really didn’t see the marriage lasting after watching them at the wedding. I kept all the recipes simple for me because it was such a big order. I always hoped that one of these kinds of events would get me more jobs but when they found out it was a fourteen-year-old girl that made the desserts, they lost interest. I was standing out of the way just watching the dancing. Chase came up behind me and whispered in my ear, “The desserts are very good. Have you picked out the culinary school you will be going to?” I turned around to the smell of booze. I could hardly stand being so close to him. I stepped back and replied, “I am not sure where I am going to school.” Chased stepped forward and leaned in very close to my face. I was a little scared, but I was not going to show it. He started to sway a little and asked, “Do you want to dance with me?” I did not like Chase the older I got. “No, I don’t dance.” Which was a little bit of a lie. I loved to dance but I only danced on my own or with my girlfriends. “Come on, I’ll show you.” He tried to pull me by the hand onto the dance floor. He bumped into some guy I didn’t know, the guy turned around and pushed Chase. Chase then fell into someone else and then all hell broke loose. A big fight ensued. My dad was just walking in from outside and saw what was happening. He grabbed my sister and me then shoved us at our mom. He ran back and started grabbing guys and tossing them to the side. My dad was a big guy and nobody tangled with him. Mr. Richard then took a shovel from the fireplace and started hitting guys over the head that wouldn’t stop fighting. It was kind of comical, but I didn’t dare laugh, though on the way home everyone in our car was laughing about it. A couple of days later I got a card from Chase saying he was sorry for his behavior. He just couldn’t stand how Frank was making the biggest mistake of his life and used alcohol to deaden the pain of the day. I didn’t know why he was writing an apology to me. He should be writing one to his parents. Teenage Dream In my sophomore year my life changed for what I thought was the best thing ever. In Biology class I realized that we were ruining our earth with all these pesticides. I begged my dad to let me have a part of our land between where I got the snake bite and the river to try my hand at organic farming. The field where Andy and I walked across was already organic. It was our hay field so I knew I would not have to worry about the pesticides floating over my organic ground. It wasn’t hard to convince him. He was thrilled I took an interest in farming. He told me that I would have to do everything myself. We had a discussion of what it would take to become an organic farmer. My mom took part in our conversation. Years later she told me the reason why she wanted to be a part of the discussion was she didn’t want my dad to make it out harder than it would be. She made sure I really understood what would be required of me. I knew it was going to take years to be certified as organic, but I could let people know I was not using pesticides or chemical fertilizer on my plants. I have worked on our farm since I was a little girl and loved it. I thought that was why my dad agreed to let me take on all the responsibility of working our land. My mom really got behind it and helped me do research on how to proceed. She even found a farmer’s market in St. Louis where we could take our produce. I made a sign that said we were in transition to becoming an organic farm and this year’s crop was not treated with chemicals. We did well enough that mom wanted to do it again next summer. She could tell I was already into it one hundred percent. I was in heaven as some people say. I loved planting and taking care of the plants. I took pictures of some of my fruit, like they were my babies. That was when my mom realized that this was my true calling. We met some lovely people there and got to try some great barbeque at a restaurant nearby. Mom and I saw what people were paying for organic berries so we decided we would plant some black raspberries, more blackberries and red raspberries. Organic farming was not for the faint of heart. I thought I was working harder than I was before. I joined the FFA, Future Farmers of America. In the spring our advisor coaxed me into making a presentation at the state fair. I felt so honored to be asked. Since I was going anyway, I thought I would enter a few baking contests. I entered my best blackberry cobbler, sour cherry pie and ‘The Best Chocolate Chip Cookie’ contest in which I added almond extract, dried sour cherries and chopped candied almonds to offset the sour cherries. I was pleased to win first place for my sour cherry pie and took third with my cookie recipe. I didn’t pack the house for my presentation, though the people that were there told me I did a good job. Even a couple of people asked me if I could point them in the right direction to become organic certified. That lifted my spirits because I was responsible for changing people’s minds. For a minute I thought I could do it for a living, trying to change people's minds about using pesticides. I got asked out more in my junior year of high school than any year. I got more form to my body the summer between sophomore and junior year. Tina gave me her old clothes to wear instead of wearing jeans and a jean shirt. I did something with my unruly hair, too. I also started wearing makeup. Tina was always on me to make myself look better. Her mantra was if you didn’t look good you didn’t feel good. Sometimes on the end of that she would add about yourself. I did feel better when I looked nice. The issue I had was working on the farm. It was hard to look good all the time. The one important thing I learned while I was in the FFA was that kids on dairy farms had it rough. I felt for those kids. My friend, Alison, had to get up so early to milk before school. I was glad we didn’t get into dairy farming because those people don’t have a life. You couldn’t take a day off if you just didn’t feel well. Those cows want to be milked morning and night. My vegetables didn’t require me to get up early. I had been known to pick my vegetables at night to make dinner. I found dating not worth all the work. My understanding of the purpose of dating was to have fun with someone, right? Well, that was what I thought. I was spending my time with a guy, and he would be telling me about someone we knew and how he was so much better than him, bragging how he was way better at whatever sport they were playing, or my date was trying to go all the way on our first date. None of that interested me and they were not interested in getting to know me. She’s in Love with a Boy My parents told Tina she had to go to a year of community college before they would allow her to marry her high school sweetheart Greg. My parents said Greg had to go to some sort of college, too. Tina visited the community college and after talking to a couple of teachers decided that she wanted to go away to college. My parents were thrilled that she fell in love with the idea of going away to school instead. She applied to several colleges in Missouri and got a scholarship that helped pave the way. That surprised all of us because it looked like she wanted to go to all four years to earn a degree. That was news to Greg and he didn’t like that idea at all. In fact, he was very upset with Tina. He told Tina if she went away to college he might not be here when she got back. As it turned out, Tina was fine with that because when the fall break came around, she brought home Scott. Scott was from St. Louis and had never been on a farm. It was love at first sight…Scott and the farm. It took a little more time for Tina and Scott to fall in love. He was so excited by everything. My parents were astounded by Scott, he seemed more excited about where Tina lived than he was with her. At the dinner table the conversation centered on what mom and I were doing. Scott was a biology major, and organic farming really interested him. Tina hung onto every word he said. The funny thing was she started to have an interest in what we were doing, too. It was like a light had gone on in her head about other things in life besides men and how she looked. When Tina and Scott left to go back to school all of us decided that this guy was a keeper. We didn’t know if Scott was the reason for Tina’s change or going to college. Either way mom and dad were happy. Dating my senior year really tapered off to just going out with a group of people and having a fun time. Really, I hung out with FFA people because we were all interested in farming. I even persuaded a few to try their hand at organic farming. Not everyone had a great support system like I did. I felt so blessed to have my family take an interest in what I did. So far dad hasn’t gone totally organic, but I haven’t given up hope that he would someday. My Girl Gab Richards got a girl pregnant, and the Richards had a quick wedding. Mrs. Richards hired me to make the wedding cake and some appetizers for the little reception they were having. It was my first wedding cake, and I was excited. It was going to be a simple wedding cake flavored with vanilla and almond extract with a butter batter. She wanted a raspberry filling. The frosting was a vanilla Italian buttercream with little pearls around the edges. The bride’s family was roasting a pig, so she wanted my appetizers to be a simple pick up with your fingers, kind of thing. I made stuffed mushrooms, mini cream puffs filled with chicken salad and mini quiche for the vegetarians. She was going to put out sliced cheese, salami, and assorted vegetables with a dip. The disdain in Mrs. Richards’ voice when she told me the bride’s family was bringing baked beans, potato salad, apple sauce and corn bread told me not to say “that sounds good” when she finished. I arrived early in the morning to bring the cake. I was surprised how they have added onto the house. I guess the only son to leave was Chase. Frank and his wife and their little brat were living over where the garage used to be. They made the garage into a large family room. They added a huge garage at the backside of the house. Six large vehicles could fit into that garage, it was so big. I was to set up the cake table in the new family room. I had everything looking just right when I turned around and saw Chase in his boxer shorts and a T-shirt. “What happened to my little girl?” The former me would have turned red by that comment but hanging around a bunch of guys in FFA had taught me to blow off comments besides, I thought that statement was a little weird. I gave my best nonchalant smile, “Hi Chase. I see you have dressed for breakfast.” That made him self-conscious, which pleased me. “Sorry I didn’t know we were having company.” I said a little flippant, “I am not company. I am the hired help.” Chase put on a serious smile, “So where are you going to culinary school?” “I am not going to culinary school. I am going to Mizzou for an agriculture degree.” I was proud of my decision. “Tell me you are not going to hang around here?” He said, with a look of exasperation. “I love it here. I have started an organic farm on part of my dad’s property. Every year I add more land.” Again, I was proud to be a successful organic farmer. I had to stand up to what I believed in. “My parents told me about you. They think you are nuts.” Chase was such a smart aleck. “Well, I am not the Valedictorian that you were, but I did graduate last week fifth in my class and got a full ride to Mizzou. So, if I am nuts then so be it.” I smiled and walked past him. “Tell your mom I will be back an hour before the reception please.” Chase yelled after me, “You still owe me a dance.” I left feeling good and if Chase thought I would dance with him he was going to have a rude awakening. I returned at the said hour dressed in a classic black dress and a pair of high heels. After an hour of standing, I wished I had worn flats. Now Chase was in a very nice dark blue suit and starched white shirt. He came up behind me and whispered, “You are making a mistake not going to culinary school.” I answered flatly, “Thanks but I think I know what is right for me.” I turned to face him. This time he wasn’t drunk. “So, no drinking to Gab and him making the biggest mistake of his life?” I saw him cringe…good. “No, I have given up on my brothers. Well, maybe not Andy, he still has some sweetness in him. This time I think Gab is happy – just look at him. He is all smiles. Now, take a look at Frank, he is the poster child for bitterness.” My eyes moved from Gab with his arm around Amelia to Frank and saw the harshness in his eyes. It looked like Frank was looking at Gab and hating him for being happy. Well, that was what it looked like from here. Gab and Amelia were a good-looking couple and I bet they would have beautiful children together. Frank’s wife Candice was nowhere to be seen. I bet she was upstairs with their little one, Frank Jr. He was a little brat if there ever was one. Mom said when she came over here Frankie ruled the roost and was a little terror. Chase broke my train of thought, “How about that dance you owe me?” He smiled at me, then held out his hand for mine. “Well, the funny thing is there is no one dancing. Besides, I told you I don’t dance.” He took a hold of my hand and said, “Please come with me.” I didn’t know why but I didn’t resist. I knew why because he said it in a sexy voice. We walked outside where most of the bride’s family were gathered around the pig though some people were dancing to the music they were playing. “This is where the fun and action is happening.” He swung me around and pulled me towards him. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Just a second,” the pout on his face was adorable. “I have to take these shoes off; they are killing me.” Oh, we had fun dancing with everyone outside. That was more to my liking. Someone called out, let's do a square dance and he started calling out moves. I didn’t think I laughed that much in a long time. Dancing barefoot in the Richards yard was a treat to the feet. I didn’t know how much fertilizer they used to get grass to feel like carpet. I hoped they didn’t eat the fish they pulled out of their lake. It was getting late, and people were going inside to eat dinner. I went to sit down (more like I flopped down) on the little hill at the edge of the woods. Chase followed with his suit jacket in hand. I started the conversation, “Where are you living these days?” “New York,” he said a little out of breath. “Wow, that is pretty far from this farm. You ran as fast as you could to get away from this place.” “I had to get away from this life to see what was out there. Aren’t you a little curious to see the world?” “Maybe to go on vacation but really the beauty of this area can’t be beat.” He made a huffing noise of disapproval. “Hey, I watch the travel channel.” “That is literally watching the world go by through a window,” he chuckled. “Well, in a couple of weeks I will be flying to Paris. Do you know about this city? It happens to be in France.” I said a little bit snooty. “Ooh la la,” he shook his hand to exaggerate how little he was impressed. “Have you been to Paris?” It made me curious a guy who wanted to see the world and I bet he had only seen New York. “No, but I could if I wanted to.” Chase sounded like a little kid. I stood up, “Then don’t mock me until you have.” I walked off with Chase calling after me. It was time to cut the cake and serve it. As soon as I was finished, I collected my trays and put them in my truck and didn’t look back. I didn’t think I would be doing any more business with the Richards. I knew Chase wouldn’t be getting married and Louis was too smart to get caught by someone wanting to get married. I was betting Andy would do it right where the bride’s family took care of the reception. In a couple of days, I got a postcard from New York saying, ‘New York has everything Paris has and more. Come visit and I will show you around, Chase.’ Mon Amour, Mon Ami (My Love, My Friend) I was so excited to go to Paris with my French class. It was my graduation present. My mom had promised to look after the garden and she would take the lettuces, the strawberries and the herbs that were ready to the farmer’s market the weekends that I was gone. I found myself in total awe of everything I saw and ate. I really needed to work on my pastry skills after eating my first croissant. We spent the whole day in the Louvre Museum. I lost count of all the paintings I had seen on my trip. I couldn’t believe I saw all those famous paintings in person. My favorite part of the day was eating. Who wouldn’t want to eat French food? I could have spent the whole day eating. I got the idea of raising goats while in France and started to do research in the hotel then I sent the information to my mom. The next day my mom sent me an email asking why was I spending all my time doing research when I should be sightseeing. The following day I sent her a picture of me at the top of the Eiffel tower. We spent a week in Paris and a week-long trip touring around the countryside. It was so beautiful. There were flowers everywhere and the smell of lavender filled the air as they were just starting to bloom. I took a selfie with the background of thousands of sunflowers at one stop. They were just starting to open up and the sun was in the right direction for them all facing my back as I took the picture. It was my favorite picture I took on the trip and put it as my screensaver on my computer. The part of the picture with me was covered up with all my icons that didn’t matter because what I really wanted to see was the sunflowers and that bright blue sky. When we went to the castles in Sant Malo and Brest they were a highlight of the trip for the guys. Knowing that the pirates had a base in Sant Malo excited them more than me getting to eat cheese and bread in France. I thought the castles were beautiful, especially the one in Sant Malo. The water was so clear and blue. What I found entertaining was that it took me to go over four thousand miles to see the Atlantic Ocean when I could have driven to see it in less than a thousand miles. Vegetables When I got home, I had a lot of work to do to keep the bugs and blight away from my plants. The weekly trips to St. Louis were a treat, literally a treat. We have one restaurant close by our farm, the Crow’s Nest was nothing to write home about. It was a greasy spoon, and the spoons were usually greasy. Mom and I made a big deal out of it finding somewhere special eat. We picked a new place for lunch which was our excitement for the week. We always brought back something special from St. Louis for dad, so he was loving my enterprise. Tina wasn’t into extravagant food as she put it. After the first couple times we stopped bringing her food because mom wasn’t happy that dad was eating what Tina didn’t want. That summer I expanded my entrepreneurship by adding bread to our stall. I had seen people pay top dollar for a good loaf of bread and I thought I could compete with the best of them when making bread. I made two kinds: a French baguette and a hearty whole wheat bread. The first time I brought a couple dozen of each, and I sold out in an hour. The truth was that the vendors around us bought most of them. They told me that I had to bring bread every week from now on. I bought a convection oven for our stall and brought enough dough to double the number of loaves and baked them in our stall. The oven was a pain to hall to our stall each week, but it was worth it. By the end of the season, people were coming up to us saying they would miss having fresh baked bread on Saturdays. Mom and I figured out that it would be too costly to bake bread and deliver it here each week during the off season, so that was out of the question. Plus, I was starting college and when I came home, I would need to attend to my garden. When you live in a farming community you hear about everyone personal business usually at the general store or the post office. We heard our neighbor Mrs. Preston had cancer. Mom suggested that I make her some chicken soup or some broth. She had heard Mrs. Preston was having trouble keeping her food down. The chemo was making her so sick. I went to work making Mrs. Preston both chicken soup and a chicken and vegetable stock. There were just as many vegetables in the stock as there were chicken bones and meat. I did a good job of straining the stock so if she just wanted something light the stock would fit the bill. I thought it tasted good, nevertheless I wasn’t sure if it would stay down. I made some cookies as well because Mr. Preston had commented on them when I made them for Frank’s wedding. I headed out very satisfied with my collection of organic soup, stocks plus nonorganic cookies. I hadn’t gone that far over on having everything organic yet. It was hard to find organic stuff at our grocery store. I thought it would be cool to get to that point though. When I was crossing over the creek and heading up the hill, I could just see the Richards’ massive home from the road. I definitely could see their green grass. It saddened me that I knew their runoff of chemicals was polluting our creek and river. Mr. Preston’s property was on the north side of the road from the Richards’ property and at the top of the hill his property was on both sides of the street. Mr. Preston did not have a huge production of corn and soybeans, but it was his farm, not a corporation. I detested that we had a couple corporations around here because they were ruining the land. The thought of what was polluting creeks and rivers would just rile me to the bone. Mr. Preston used herbicides and pesticides: all the stuff I was against, though when one of your neighbors was sick you helped them out or brought them chicken soup. It wasn’t a full forty-eight hours before Mr. Preston was at my house asking if I would mind making his wife more stock. It was the first thing she had kept food down in a month. I had seen she had lost weight at my visit and it was difficult for me to look at her when she talked. I told Mr. Preston that it was because it was all organic. I didn’t know if that was the truth, but I thought it was true or I wanted it to be true. Some of the reason could be that our vegetables tasted so much better than what you get at the grocery store. I knew our chicken tasted better than anything I had elsewhere. He sat in my kitchen and talked to me about what it took to become an organic farmer. I started to make enough soup to last a week for Mrs. Preston. She couldn’t get over how good it tasted, he said. Scott told him that it was because I made it. I assured him it was because it was organic. Scott had come for a visit and was listening to our conversation and would add a tidbit here and there. Scott was getting to know as much as me. After his first visit he started doing his own research on organic farming. He had even looked up some grants that I could apply for. I hoped and prayed that Tina and Scott would never break up. When everything was packed up, he laid two twenty-dollar bills down on the table and said he didn't know how much he should pay for the information he received. He asked if he had any questions, could he come by again? I told him the soup and the information were free and tried to hand him back his money. He wouldn’t take it and said if I didn’t take it, he wouldn’t ask us for help again. I pocketed the money. I felt bad for him because he felt that he was the one who made his wife sick. Their beautiful old farmhouse sat not twenty feet in any direction from the area where he sprayed all that poison. Their barn sat right up against the field. There was no wasted space. I bet their own home garden got some of the spray since it sat up against the field, too. The Freshman I was ready to go to Mizzou and everything was packed when Tina came into my room to talk to me about what to expect from guys in college. I didn’t think they were any different than they were in high school. She told me to always travel around campus with a couple of girls: the more the better. I thought it was funny and she told me to stop laughing she was serious. Our schools were not far from each other. A few hours were all, but I would miss seeing her. The past year I had mom and dad to keep me company, which helped. When I was missing her terribly, I would go in her room and call her…texting wouldn’t do. I didn’t know what we were going to do when she got married and moved away. I didn’t know if Scott was the one, but their relationship was the longest she had been with one guy. This past summer she would hitch a ride with us and spend the day with Scott then he would bring her home late at night. Sometimes when we woke up on Sunday, we found him sleeping on our family room couch. Mom finally told them that if he were going to spend the night that Tina should sleep with me and he could have her room. By August, he had pretty much moved in on the weekend, coming out on Friday and leaving Monday morning for work. He worked in his dad’s law office as a secretary though he called himself a clerk. His dad knew Scott didn’t want to become a lawyer, but I thought Mr. Turner was hoping if Scott hung around the office, he might want to become one. I knew Scott wanted to be a farmer. It was just that Scott didn’t know it yet. Scott talked about how he felt out here, and I knew that was the same feeling I got when I came back from St. Louis. Dad was showing Scott what it took to be a farmer, and mom and I were showing Scott what it took to be an organic farmer, which he loved. He helped me do all kinds of jobs from spraying the plants with pepper spray in hope of getting rid of the insects and maybe the bunnies would stop eating the produce. We might have one Mexican bunny because he keeps eating one head of lettuce that I keep spraying with hot sauce. Scott had helped me build tunnels for more than just the tomato and pepper plants. We have added some tunnels for my berries too. While I was in college, I went home most weekends to work on my gardens, or should I say my farm. I had a lot to do cutting out the old canes of black raspberries, raspberries and blackberries. I trimmed the fruit trees because I was training them in the espalier style. I wanted them to be flat trees like a trellis. It was an ancient way of producing more fruit and keeping the dead wood out. My dad only allotted me so much land, so I had to make the best of it. I was growing them along guard wires around the outline of the lettuce garden. The lettuce only needed five hours of light, and the trees would help to keep the lettuce cooler. Hot sun and temperature make for wilted lettuce. The only good, wilted lettuce was with bacon, vinegar and sugar. On a beautiful fall day, I stopped by Mr. Preston’s to see how his wife was doing and I brought a big pot of chicken soup. I was checking to see if he had any questions and to be honest, I wanted to check if he was getting frustrated with the process of changing over to being organic. We talked about his process of changing over his land. Mrs. Preston was doing better and was as interested in converting to an organic farm as well as Mr. Preston. She was looking so much better, and she had just finished having her chemo treatments. Now, she just had to get checked every so often. They both had a positive attitude that she was cancer free now. I prayed she was cancer free as well. I brought over a book that I had used in one of my classes for them to read. I was feeling good about what he had started to convert already. I really liked them, and they seemed to like me. I felt like our dynamic had changed. We sat and talked about my classes and what I was doing at the percent time on the farm. I knew I already had grandparents but maybe I could treat them like a great aunt and uncle. We had always seen each other at church functions, town festivals or neighbors’ parties but this experience of bringing Mrs. Preston soup and talking about what it meant to be an organic farmer had brought us to another level of connection. I was getting to know them on an adult level, and they treated me like an adult, which was so nice. I had decided to major in Agribusiness management and minor in Agricultural systems technology before I started college. At orientation, I talked to a great advisor then she sent me over to the departments to talk to a couple of professors. I wasn’t interested in doing an internship because I already had my own farm. I didn’t know what they said to all the prospective students but they both said they looked forward to having me in class. They both thought I had a good plan set up and were a little nervous that I was putting too much on my plate. I assured them that I was a serious student and wanted to get the most out of my college experience. I took a test to see if I could test out of any French classes. I was happy that I tested out of both first year’s classes. The person who gave me the exam said I was just points from testing out of the first three semesters. I might be getting ahead of myself, but I might have two minors, the second one being French. I loved everything French. Shoot my bedroom had a French theme with a picture of the Eiffel Tower hanging over my bed. I planned on decorating my dorm the same way. My mom bought me a bedspread with the Eiffel Tower, French stamps, the word “Paris” and all things French. I definitely was a Francophile. Sticking with my French theme I decided to take classes in the culinary arts and hone my skills on becoming a real chef. I had to learn how to make some of the food that I had on my trip to France. I was taking an overload and wasn’t worried about it. Cooking had become a passion. I loved baking but cooking the main dishes was so much more exciting. Our weekly honors meetings to discuss a book we were all reading was one of the highlights of my week. I wanted to do something besides studying which was the biggest percentage of my awake time. I knew I didn’t want to join the running group. That was too hard on my body. So, I took up walking with a group of walkers. Walking was fun and I could talk and meet people doing it. I met a young man who had gotten hurt his senior year in high school playing football and walking was the only activity his body could handle at this point. Jonah was a nice guy, and I thought we would have fun on a date so I finally asked him if he would want to go to a movie with me. We had a great time and started to see each other more often outside the walking group. By the end of the school year, he was able to start with the running group. Neither one of us said anything about getting together during the summer. I think we used each other for a fun time when we needed a break from our studies. Jonah was as dedicated to his studies as I was. I thought he would make a great doctor. He had a passion and a compassion that would make him an exceptional doctor. Plus, he had a sense of humor that would put his patients at ease if they got sick. The Sunday before the end of the year of my freshman finals, Mrs. Richards died of ovarian cancer. After she was diagnosed, she only lived for a couple of months. Her funeral was the day of one of my finals and I had to do a presentation, which was more or less a part of my final for the class. There was no way I could responsibly miss these finals for a woman that I only saw a few times a year. She always wanted to entertain at her house, so mom and dad went there. Mom was thrilled she didn’t have to worry about what condition our house was in. I used our screened in porch for plantings as well as our sunroom. Either way when you came into our house you smelled dirt unless I was baking, then the smells were something delicious. I wrote Chase a letter telling him I was sorry for the loss of his mom and apologized for missing the funeral and the reason why. I told him a couple of special stories about her that were triggered when I made a cherry pie or had vanilla cake. I wrote a nice note to Mr. Richards, too. I didn’t feel I had to write to all the brothers since they still lived at home. When I got home, I had a letter from Chase thanking me for thinking of him and the kind words I said about his mom. He understood why I wasn’t there, which made me feel better about missing the funeral. My first year of college I kept my scholarship, and I made the Dean’s list. I had heard of the freshman fifteen. Most freshmen came home having gained weight in the first year. I lost fifteen. My mom was so worried because I had lost so much but I assured her that I ate. I just never got used to the food and I talked too much while I sat with friends. Really they were my study partners who valued food more than studying. I was usually late for dinner so I ate what I could and left. I really didn’t feel like I had tried to lose weight, it just was a happy coincidence. At the end of her sophomore year, Tina had decided to become a teacher like mom. My mom was honored and happy that she finally decided what she wanted to do. My disappointment was she was behind in getting all the requirements fulfilled in two more years, so she stayed at school to do two summer terms. To my dismay, we only saw Scott and her occasionally until August. Then Scott almost moved in. My dad said we should just add his name to the mailbox. We teased dad on how old he was because nobody got mail anymore. The statement brought me to thoughts of Chase. He must have an old soul since he wrote letters. Power of Two Thinking Out Loud The day I arrived home after my freshman year, I was so excited I talked nonstop to my parents about what my exams were like and what I was going to start to do on the farm. Both of them begged me to eat something and I realized they just wanted me to stop talking. The both laughed when I told them what I thought and they said maybe. I slept twelve hours straight that first night. That would be the last day I wouldn’t set an alarm. I didn’t have time to relax because my garden needed to be tended to. I say garden but it was acres and acres of vegetables. My mom did as much as she could though my land needed more than one person to take care of it. It was getting so big I could use another person or two. I would hire kids around my area to help when it was crunch time. When I was in need of people to pick the fruits and vegetables before I went to the farmers market, I would hire a couple of kids from town who didn't have jobs. Our town only had a general store and a post office so usually kids had to drive to the next town which only has a few more job options, or some would ask farmers if they needed help. I had a few young kids who would ride their horses to my place when they wanted pocket money. I was happy for the cheap labor. I realized that if I wanted some of them to stick around, I was going to have to be willing to make working worth their while. My thoughts kept coming back to I needed to find someone who loved the land as much as I did. Life was so busy working I didn’t even know what end was up sometimes. I took an online class during the first summer session. I wish I would have thought to take another class during the second summer session because it would have made my life a little easier during the school year. I liked the online class because I could work at my own speed. I finished before the deadline and thought that was easy. I was sitting at the table with my laptop working on my class schedule for the rest of my college career when Scott plopped down next to me. I could tell he wanted to talk so I finished up my work and saved it. “What’s up?” I said looking at him dead on. “I don’t want to bother you, but I have been thinking about your plan with your business. Do you mind if we go into some detail about where you are heading?” “Sure, though I think we have really talked my plan to death. Scott just come out and tell me is there something wrong with my plan? You can tell me. I am a big girl and I can take it.” I leaned in to show him I was open to whatever he had to tell me. He has been nothing but helpful since the day we met. “I really think, if you want to expand what you are doing, that you need someone working for you besides your mom. Would you be interested in hiring me?” He hesitated a little, “You know that I graduate next year, and I think I have something to offer you in your business. Maybe you would be interested in a partner?” I was nineteen years old, and I had someone who wanted to be my partner because he liked what I was doing. The feeling I had when he suggested him being my partner got me all excited. I just said over and over, “YES!” My dad came in from the barn and my mom came down the hall when I was saying yes. I explained what happened very quickly and my mom was saying yes just as much as I did. Both my parents were so happy because they saw that I had the potential for making a good living being an organic farmer, but it was going to kill me before I got started. I definitely needed more than just my mom to help me. Since Tina was sleeping in as she did every Saturday morning in August, I was making breakfast for everyone else. If we waited until Tina got up, we would be eating lunch. We finished eating and were sitting around the table talking about my classes for next year and Scott was all antsy. Finally, he spoke up. “Mr. Deigert, I would like your permission to marry your daughter.” Mom and dad looked at each other and smiled. I guess they really liked him. “Scott, do you really love her?” “Mr. Deigert, I never imagined love could be like this. Yes, sir with my whole heart. The only issue I have is whether I will make enough money for us to live on. I want to farm like you. Well, more like Tessa. Sir, I think Tessa and I could take her ideas and run with them. We just need more land as I see it.” These were the words I wanted to say but had been afraid to approach my dad until I graduated. Maybe having a partner who spoke his mind was not a bad thing. “Well, Scott, I have been thinking about all the changes Tessa has made and thought I am getting too old to change all of my ways. Her mom and I have been thinking when Tessa graduates, we will give her this house and all of my acres and move in with my mom and just farm her land.” My mouth dropped and I was at a loss for words for a change. When mom and dad got married grandpa split his land and gave dad half of it. They still farmed together but mom and dad were responsible for the taxes and upkeep of their land. Dad’s sisters had no interest in farming and had moved away. Aunt May lived in Florida and Aunt June lived in California. We rarely saw them. “How about this? I give the land to Tessa and Tina will get the house that way you will always have a roof over your head. You will never be able to sell it though unless Tessa says it is okay. Of course, Tessa can live here until she builds her own house somewhere on this land.” “Mr. Deigert, that is very generous of you. Tessa, are you okay with this?” “Scott I can’t wait until you marry Tina and get her out of my bed. Just to warn you, she hogs the covers. Other than that, she is great. I think we will be great partners.” Scott got up and hugged me. Mom and dad, not wanting to be left out, got up to hug Scott and me. We were all hugging when Tina came into the kitchen. “What am I missing out on? Why are you all hugging?” I didn’t know what Scott’s plan was, so I spoke up. “Scott and I are becoming business partners.” “Scott, you finally asked her. Oh, Tessa he will be such a hard worker just wait and see.” Tina came up and gave Scott a hug and then turned and gave me a hug. I smiled at Scott, and he shook his head no like don’t worry about it. Then I saw him pull a ring box out of his jeans and he got down on one knee. I turned Tina around to face Scott. “Tina, I have thought long and hard how I would ask the love of my life to marry me. I thought she would want her sister and parents around and I hope I am right. Tina Louise Deigert, would you do me the honor of marrying me and making my life complete?” The squeal probably was heard all the way down to the Richards and Grandma’s. “Yes, yes, yes,” was all that was coming out of her mouth. I was so happy for them…for me too. I was getting a brother and a partner. I thought my life was pretty good. Tina on the other hand was worried about me. Later that night as we were going to bed Tina begged me to find someone so we could have our children together. “Aren’t you lonely? You don’t have someone to share your life with, Tessa. Please start dating, for me.” “First, I am not lonely. I don’t have time to be lonely. I am working my butt off at school and when I come home, I don’t stop. Second, I share my life with you. I don’t think I have gone a day without texting or talking to you. Don’t forget I went out on dates with Jonah.” The nudge I got from her told me she knew there was nothing going on between the two of us. “Okay, I will think about dating if it makes you happy.” Tina pulled the covers off me which made me take my pillow and hit her. That action started a pillow fight like we had when we were younger. We were making so much noise that dad opened our door to see if we were okay. He yelled to my mom, “Honey our girls have gone nuts.” Tina swung her pillow and hit him in the gut. Dad left the room and brought back his pillow, and mom came running in after him with her pillow not wanting to be left out of our family pillow fight. Mom finally said, “We give up.” Scott was leaning on the door watching us and we hadn’t even noticed him standing there. “I love this family.” As dad past Scott, dad hit him on the back of his head with a pillow. “Welcome to the family Scott.” Life goes on My sophomore year I decided I could graduate early if I took just one more class a semester and a few online classes in the summer. I could take the online at home as long as the internet didn’t get interrupted. I only had a few issues so as long as I stayed ahead of deadlines, I should be good. Maybe I could talk my dad into a better service. My advisor was against the overload, but because some of my classes could be credits for both my major and minor, I thought that would help me graduate earlier. I still wanted to take classes in the culinary arts, and I wondered if I could get my associate degree so I would have the credentials for being a chef. I really didn’t need the business part because I was already working on my business in agriculture. I really thought my culinary classes were my extracurricular activity. To be honest with myself everything was so easy for me. I just had to put the work in to get the degree so businesspeople would take me seriously when I talk to them about my products. Some weeks seemed to blend together. I didn’t know how I did it, but I was still making the dean’s list at winter break. I knew I was going to go home and sleep for a week. Tina and Scott came home for part of the break and spent a good deal with Scott’s dad. I apologized to Scott because I had missed his mom’s funeral. Mrs. Turner died after a massive heart attack. I had an exam that was a fourth of my grade and my parents told me that since I had never met her to just send Scott and Mr. Turner a card telling how sorry I was to miss her celebration of life. That was what they called it because she was always the life of the party. Mom and Dad invited Mr. Turner to our house for Christmas dinner. He and his wife had never come out to the farm before. Mr. Turner was always too busy to come. Well, Scott insisted that his dad had to at least come out to the farm for dinner. I thought it was my duty to make it the best Christmas dinner ever. I had picked up a few tips from my classes and was ready for a Christmas dinner gathering.My dad’s words were ‘my, you have put on a spread here.’ I went all out to make a fabulous dinner with table decorations and all. We started with a butternut squash soup. The butternuts were from my garden. I made a standing rib roast, garlic smashed potatoes and green beans, with a Caesar salad, homemade dinner rolls and for dessert I made a buche de noel. When I was cutting the dessert, I thought about Chase as I do every time I made it. I wondered what he was doing or where he was living? Mr. Turner was very impressed with the dinner. He suggested that I could open up my own restaurant if I wanted to give up the farm. Everyone laughed because they knew my answer…never. I would never give up on my farm. It hurt me to be at school and being away from it. We made a ton of food during the holiday. Mr. Turner kept telling me to call him Scott, which I couldn’t do. It was too weird. He called our Scott, Scottie. He was not a Scottie to me or anyone else. Mr. Turner was so happy to be with us, but you could see the strain on his face if someone brought up Mrs. Turner’s name. I felt bad for him. Since Scott wanted to live out here instead of staying with his dad that added to his pain. I knew being an only child had to be hard on Scott. I didn’t know what I would do without Tina. I knew my parents had us later in life. Dad always said he couldn’t get married because he was waiting for our mom to come to him. Mom came to our part of the world to start over. She had been married to a man who had died in a car accident. She met my dad at our church social because one of the other teachers invited her. It was love at first sight for my dad. It took my mom a little while to warm up to idea of getting married again. I was sure they would have had more children if they had met earlier. It was kind of sad because they were the best parents. My spring semester went by in a flash. My mom was so worried about me because I looked awful. She didn’t say awful, but I could see myself in the mirror and knew that it was true. If I didn’t come home on the weekends, I would never have sunshine on my face. I had not kept my promise to Tina. I did not have one date the whole school year. I saw Jonah once in the library and we talked for a half hour. Maybe I could say that it was a date. I promised I would do better in my last year. We all went to Scott’s graduation which was fun. My parents spent the night in a hotel, and you would have thought they were on their honeymoon. It was so cute to see them having fun and flirting with each other. I hoped I could have that someday. Flirting was so much fun. I just hoped you didn’t lose the ability to flirt if you didn’t use it. I slept in my sister’s dorm room. She was taking summer classes again so she could graduate next year. She was a little jealous that I knew what I wanted before I started college, and now I would graduate with her. I just hoped they were not on the same day because I didn’t want to miss seeing her get her diploma. We all went out to a fancy restaurant and Mr. Turner was so nice because he said my food was so much better. I was just glad he paid the bill. He didn’t like that we all ordered the cheapest thing on the menu. He kept saying, “I said I was paying for this dinner, and I want you to get what you want.” To make up for it he ordered a bunch of appetizers. Tina ended up with part of mine and mom’s dinner to take back to the dorm. Three little birds Scott and I came back to the farm after his graduation and started working on a plan for what we wanted to accomplish in the next five years. I told him I couldn’t plan much farther and we could revisit our plan in a couple of years if we felt like we were going in the wrong direction. I had to admit I didn’t like changing horses in midstream. It was one of my flaws. We decided to add a few animals to the farm. Scott wanted to add Pekin ducks to the mix because their meat was the preferred duck meat and he was confident that we could start supplying a few restaurants and if it were profitable, we could add a larger flock. We had a lake and a couple of ponds around the barn and since the cows were moved a few years ago to grandma’s property both of the ponds were looking a lot healthier. The lake was behind the house, so the cows never were bathing or doing other stuff in it. Scott professed, “Tessa, I have done my research I promise you. I think they will provide more income than expenses by far. There is some time that has to be spent when they are hatched and for the first three months but after that if we train them where their habitat is they take care of themselves.” “Train them? You want us to train the ducks?” “Oh, these ducks learn a routine and they want to stick to that routine. If I get everything set up, we won’t have a problem.” “You know I won’t be back full time until next year. Do you think you can handle getting everything ready?” “Yes, I can work on the pens and shelters for the emus at the same time.” “Did your dad look over the contract for the loan to make sure we were getting the best deal?” “I wanted to talk to you about that.” It was my biggest worry and now he was scaring me. “My dad said he is ready to sell the big house and move into a condo. He isn’t entertaining anymore, and he hates being in that big house all alone. As it is he doesn’t spend but about five hours at night when he sleeps. He wants to give me the money from the sale after he buys his condo. The problem is we don’t know how long it will take for the house to sell so we might have to wait a little while. Then we could be real partners.” I was flabbergasted and when I recovered, I shoved him in the shoulder. “Why didn’t you start with this! I really didn’t want to get a loan. I was only doing it because you thought we should.” “Well, I did want a loan, but dad didn’t tell me his idea until the night of my graduation.” I shoved him again, “I can’t believe you waited two days to tell me this.” I looked down at the table then looked up at him. “You know this doesn’t bode well with me, your keeping something this big from me.” “I have to tell you the truth. I was scared to tell you because the house is worth a couple of million dollars and all the furnishings are probably another million.” My mouth dropped and all I could muster was, “Oh.” “I promise I will never keep something this big or small from you again. I am guessing by your reaction Tina didn’t say anything about how much my family is worth. This really proves she loves me for me and not my money.” “Wow, she never said anything about you being from money. She did tell me you have a beautiful home and it was huge plus she would hate to have to clean it. She hates cleaning our house, so I really didn’t think it was that big.” I gave a nervous chuckle because of how much he was worth. Scott chuckled too, “Your sister is something else.” “Yes, she is. Look, by the way, I don’t expect you to Scott was shaking his head, “Since you have put in all the money for the land and prepping it, how about I put up the money for the fencing and shelters for the ducks and the emus.” I was shaking my head no. “Yes, you don’t realize how much you have already put in plus all your sweat equity has to count, don't forget. We have to come up with a new name for the bird’s part but we could leave the Deigert for the produce. You have been doing this for six years now and have a growing clientele. We could put up the bird's name under my name until we get big enough to have another company name. As far as an agreement I think my marriage contract will be enough for me. I plan on spending quality time with my wife so she will never want to leave me. I know I will never want to leave her.” “You two are almost as gross as my parents. I am glad you found her. Now, how about we name the bird part of the company Turner birds or something like that. I think it’s only fair that your name is a part of our company like mine. We could come up with a company that incorporates these two and we can draw a paycheck from them. I know it would be nice to stop putting every penny I make back into the farm. I would like to travel a bit. How about you?” “I know your sister wants a nice honeymoon. She says that after she graduates in May, she will need a rest, and she wouldn’t mind if it is on a beach somewhere.” “I know what she means. I have one more year of ball busting work. I don’t know if I will be able to come back much this fall because I have so much work to finish my culinary degree.” I gave a sigh. Scott looked at me with concern, “Why are you getting a culinary degree? You are the best cook I know. You don’t need a degree for that.” “I don’t need a degree for what I am doing now.” I was being a little shy but I really wanted to tell Scott my idea. “Touché. Do I have to worry that you will get tired of farming and want to be a chef?” He gave little nervous chuckle. Then looked at me with concern written all over his face. “Well, if I tell you, you will understand why you can’t say anything to Tina. If you don’t want me to tell you, tell me now. Though I am dying to tell you.” I was squirming in my seat, waiting and hoping he could keep a secret from Tina. “Okay as long as you know if she asks me about what you are going to tell me I won’t lie to her.” “Fair enough, I have been thinking about buying out The Crow’s Nest and making it a farm to table restaurant. I think my business degree will help with the running of the restaurant too. When you suggested emus, I was ready to jump on board. I learned about their meat in class: how it tastes like lean beef but is higher in protein with less cholesterol. As you pointed out, the fat pad on their back is a wanted oil in many industries so this investment is a good one. I know to make a profit the cost will be higher than beef. That said, we will have to convince the public that emu meat is better for them in all ways.” I saw how excited he was just by looking in his eyes though he hadn’t said a word. “So, what do you think, you aren’t saying anything.” “I am trying to get under control before I say anything! This makes me so happy, and I know your sister will be happy. I totally get why you don’t want to tell her yet, until you are sure.” “This is why I want a paycheck so I can save for the restaurant.” “Hey, I would so invest in your restaurant. I know my dad would love it if you would open a restaurant too. He has been telling me that you should be a chef not a farmer. This farm to table is so in. We could make it a destination restaurant. We will have to put up ads in St. Louis papers and radio stations.” “Hey, you are getting carried away. I haven’t said I was ready yet.” I liked how Scott was there to support me but it was too soon. Though with how excited he was it was hard for me not to jump at the chance. I had to have him take a step back. “Oh, right. See I told you I am so excited by your confession I could hug you. Hell, I am going to hug you.” He came over and gave me a huge hug. My dad came in just as he was hugging me. “Hey, isn’t one daughter enough for you.” “Oh, I am hugging my wonderful partner because she said yes to raising Pekin ducks and Emus. I am going to be The Birdman. We will offer free range chicken, duck and emu eggs. Though it will be a while before we have the latter two. We have to build up to that.” He smiled at me and kissed me on the forehead. Scott and I were now both going over to Mr. Preston’s to help him with his farm. We only went over there every couple of weeks to make sure he was letting the land come back to what it should be. The field that was across the road from the house he was letting become a hay field. This property butted up to Mr. Richards’ property. He was worried that some of their chemicals would come onto his land. I told him that we would get the soil tested to see how much spray came across to his property. We suggested that he let a strip of land become a natural barrier. He could plant trees and plants that are native to this area of Missouri. That suggestion made him feel better. Mrs. Preston was looking healthier than the last time I saw her; she has gained back some of the weight she lost and she had color back in her complexion. She wore a scarf with a straw hat like my grandma wears to garden in. I saw whisps of fine hair peeking out around her face so she hadn’t lost all of her hair. I was happy for her and Mr. Preston.

< Back Bookshelf Kimberly Caristi Nov 3, 2025 This isn’t an amazing picture at all! The importance of this picture is to show most of my cookbooks and the stories behind them. Many of them are from our 2008 study abroad when my husband took U.S. students to Italy to do a documentary on Italian food. My job on these trips were to help students stay with the group during tours. If you haven’t heard the term herding cats, nailing jelly to the wall or pouring water into a sieve you should try to keep thirty young adults following one person who is talking in a normal voice about what took place a thousand years ago while there are cars and motorcycles zipping by, tens or twenty different directions they could go, windows filled with pastries, clothes, perfumes, art, jewelry, or things they have not seen before and you will totally understand the before mentioned phrases. I was grateful that I have an uncanny ability to know how to get to places I have been told about, read about or drove by it once. In these travels I have been pulled away from the group by following a student who just had to go the bathroom, tied a shoe, just had to take a picture and probably a dozen other things and I have never lost a student and found the group in a timely matter. I have had one misstep but it wasn’t all my fault and I will leave that for another photo later on. I will tell you I have never lived it down and every time we get together with our Italian director, him and my husband love to retell the tale. I have gotten off track and need to bring it back to the cookbooks. I have really came into my own after that trip and finding all these cookbook neatly stacked in my kitchen. First, you should know we did buy them ourselves and let the students use them. Second, I realized I could make a recipe my own, meaning taking a recipe and adding this or that to it and it still be good. I had always known I could do that with baking as long as I didn’t throw off the fats, dry ingredients and liquids balance. I can bake for anyone but now I felt I could cook for Americans and do a pretty good job of making something that they would like, for Europeans I know I should make something less sweet (no applesauce with the pork but greens.) I can cook for Asians but I am not sure how to bake for them. Sad to say I have never had the opportunity to cook for anyone from Africa. I haven’t hosted them in my home…yet. I always do research on food from their area before we host someone. I never tell them it is their food because no one can cook exactly like their family. Example, I cooked what I thought was Chinese and our Chinese guest said “What do you call this Kim? It almost taste like Chinese.” Being that our guest was from Szechuan province and their spice level was quite a bit higher than ours I took that as a compliment. We had a guest from Slovenia who said she loved everything that came out my large saucepan. These cookbooks gave me the experience to experiment and I fell in love with cooking just as much as baking. Our friends noticed a difference. I have always had about a half a dozen recipes for a dinner that I used repeatedly. When I started mixing it up they took notice. When we started donating dinners our community notice that I was not just a chocolate nut or a baker. I have had two articles written about me on those subjects. I make my own truffles and for our Christmas party each year I would make about a dozen different cookies, a half a dozen bars, a half dozen other pastries plus a dozen different chocolates. I did offer other non-sweet items. The first few years of our marriage it was all store bought with a few personal bakes. I kept challenging myself to go bigger until it got too big. To make us feel a little better about all this over indulgence everyone invited were to bring dry goods for the food pantry in town. I look forward to sharing my recipes with you as time goes on. This past last month we have been travelling. I hope to get my photo albums up soon. We traveled through eleven states. North Dakota was our 48th contiguous state to visit and we got to it this time. We also got to see the head waters of the Mississippi river and I got to stand in it. I was so excited. We stayed in a cabin without a television, even more important no internet. We taught ourselves a new game of cards and the silence almost drove my husband nuts. I have to say I did miss the internet. I wish you all safe travels even if it is just to the grocery store to buy a new ingredient. Previous Next