The other night as I sat eating a bowl of vanilla ice cream with fresh peaches on top from the local farmerâ€™s market, I was reminiscing of Gordy. He loved summer fruit, and he loved peaches with ice cream. I think blueberries were his favorite cereal topping, but for some reason as I sat there eating peaches with my ice cream, it had GORDY written all over it.
He had a way of getting excited over simple pleasures, like summer fruit and corn on the cob. I have memories of him marching into the kitchen with frisky determination, rubbing his hands together as he planned his attack on the fruit of the day.
Some days it was strawberry-rhubarb. He would cook batches of it on the stove: fresh rhubarb from the garden, strawberries, a little sugar to mellow it out. I couldnâ€™t WAIT for strawberry-rhubarb season. I would spread it on my Wheaties, weâ€™d have it on pancakes, and it was just the right amount of tart to put on vanilla ice cream.
Gordy knew how to savor.