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I was reading Friday's paper and came across Alison Spencer's delightful article in the "Taste" section, detailing her second foray into culinary excellence through her brother Teddy's eyes ("From burgers to pizza"). Just wonderful. I can relate. Last year I read Spencer's story about her brother, who has Down syndrome, and burgers. That was priceless.
I had a sister with Down syndrome, Holly, who was a delight. She, like Teddy, knew what she liked and what she didn't like. Our mother was a tremendous home cook, a trained dietitian who worked for the U.S. Army during the Second World War. Mother tried new things all the time, as do I. Once in a while she would hit the spices a little too hard for Holly's liking. One evening Mother was making dinner and Holly informed her when the paprika container came out, "Mother, don't put that 'pack-a-rocka' on mine ... that's too peppy for me." The family had a good giggle. But Holly always knew what she liked and didn't like. She worked at an Olive Garden in Fargo for many years, lived by herself in an apartment and caught a special bus every morning at 6 a.m. to go to Olive Garden to roll silverware. She was diligent and loved Olive Garden. Whenever I would visit Fargo I would invite Holly to dinner. "Where would you like to go?" The answer was always the same: "Olive Garden!" She loved the salad and the breadsticks! Could I convince her to go elsewhere? A nice steakhouse? Nope. It was Olive Garden because that was her comfort zone. As I read Spencer's story about burgers last year and on Friday about pizza, I had a smile on my face during the entire time. People like my sister are most often so much smarter that we give them credit for.
I loved my sister Holly just as Alison obviously loves Teddy. Thank you for running her wonderful, heartfelt accounts about dining with Teddy. We can all learn something if we care to listen and read about such experiences.
Richard Sanders, Prescott, Wis.
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I enjoyed Alison Spencer's article "From burgers to pizza."