Riverfront Bakery, Wilmington, Lunch - at Marty and Yo-yo’s house. Dinner at Jean’s house
We woke up at 6:30 to get ready for Marty’s funeral. We showered and dressed and left the ABNB at 8:30 and drove to the riverfront area in Wilmington to the Riverfront Bakery. I had beautiful pastries, so I ordered both a pain au chocolate and an almond Croissant with Earl Grey tea. Suzette ordered a latte and a walnut scone. We sat outside at a small table in the sunlight and ate one of the best almond croissants, I have ever tasted. It appeared to be a regular croissant with a dab of marzipan on top cut in half and stuffed with marzipan.
The chocolate croissant was more traditional with tubes of chocolate on either side of a straight Long croissant.
Then at 9:30 we drove to the Chandler funeral home for Marty’s funeral service.
It was a family and friends of Marty reunion of sorts, AndI and Steve Altsculer with Bill and Steve’s wife, Barb and YoYo and Yo-yo’s daughter, a large contingent of the Asian Policeman’s society that Marty and YoYo helped start, Kevin and Rose, Marty’s lawyer and paralegal in his big case against the City of Wilmington for age discrimination and retaliation, his teacher friends from 52 years ago when he was a history teacher, and his daughters, Renee and Nicole and their husbands and children, many of whom added their comments to the service.
I said a few words, starting with how I first met Marty and Barbara over 65 years ago when we played together as kids when they were living with their parents, Leo, mother’s brother, and his wife, Rozelle, at the South Jersey shore and some more family history.
After the stories the service ended I spoke to Steve , who is as actively interested in the market as I am, about his investments in small nuclear reactor stocks and Nvidia.
Then we drove to YoYo and Marty’s house for lunch and talked to lots of people including Renee’s husband, who has just been hired as a supervisor of the entire U.S. by a national insurance agency.
Nicole teaches,like Marty did, in Bolivia where her husband works for the State Department as a diplomat.
Renee is a transactional attorney like me in Miami.
After lunch at 1:00ish we left and drove to the Delaware folk Museum in the Blue Ball Barn and then at 2:45 to the Brandywine Museum that is the repository of Andrew Wyeth’s work and many of his Dad, sister, Henriette and his children, like Jamie’s work.
We first drank a lemonade and I ate a very dense fudge brownie in the cafeteria beautifully sited overlooking Brandywine creek with floor to ceiling glass windows, so one is immersed in the landscape.
Then we toured the six extensive galleries. On the first floor we visited a large gallery of related family works, such as a self-portrait and portrait of Peter Hurd by Henriette Wyeth Hurd and new acquisitions, including many by the other great family of American painters the Peale family of the Revolutionary War era, on the third floor was a gallery filled with famous American illustrators’ works including paintings by Andrew’s father, N.C. Wyeth, painted for the book illustrations for Treasure Island.
There was a gallery of Andrew Wyeth watercolors of Maine and a lovely exhibition of his delicate tempera paintings, a gallery full of wood sculptures, furniture, and paintings by Warton Escerick and a temporary exhibit of prints by Peter Paone.
At 4:15 just before the Brandywine closed we left and drove to Jean’s house in Ephrada, PA.
After resting for a few minutes we decided to cook at Jean’s because she had bought angus spaghetti, ground beef, an onion, mushrooms, tomato sauce, and tomato paste.
Jean started the spaghetti boiling in a pot and the ground beef sautéing. When I took over the cooking. I added the 1/2 onion I had diced the onion and the lb. of sliced mushrooms to the beef pan and added water to the spaghetti pot.
After a few minutes of cooking I added more water to the spaghetti pot and Jean added a 24 oz, can of spaghetti sauce to the meat and I added a 15 oz. can of tomato paste and skimmed off some grease from the meat sauce pan.
Then we cooked the spaghetti until it was just a bit softer than Al dente and drained it. We cooked the spaghetti sauce about thirty minutes more and I added ground oregano, 1/4 cup of red wine, and 1/4 cup of water to smooth the Bolognese sauce.
Jean then folded the spaghetti into the sauce, toasted slices of Texas toast garlic bread and served the pasta and hot garlic toast and garnished the pasta with grated Parmesan cheese. We drank glasses of J California Pinot Noir with dinner for a delicious dinner.
There was enough spaghetti left over for another meal.
We watched as much of the Detroit Lions beating the Dallas Cowboys as we could stand and then went to bed early.
What an amazing day.
Bon Appetit
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