alice, let's eat....

ok, so it's the birthday of author and journalist, Calvin Trillin, born in Kansas City, Missouri (1935). Trillin attended Yale, and, in 1963, became a staff writer for The New Yorker. Trillin's wife, children, and parents are often the subject of his lighthearted reflections. His books, such as Travels with Alice (a travel journal of a European tour taken with his wife), and Family Man (a celebration of Trillin's life as a son, father, and husband), are hysterical and touching accounts of the world as Trillin sees it. His father, Abe, ran a restaurant, and often wrote humorous aphorisms for the menu: "Don't sigh, Eat Pie." When asked what his late father would have wanted for him in this life, Trillin responded with the following: "He thought any American boy could grow up to be president, so there was some presidential pressure. His fall-back position was that I not be a ward of the county........trillin wrote one of my favorite books on food....alice, let's eat.....a series of essays that includes an endearing one set in western ky, where he is searching for both mutton barbeque......and trying to avoid being given a crusty country ham......i don't much know about mutton barbeque, but a crusty ham prepared well is a wonderful thing.......and as an entertainer, trillin put the a in ascerbic..........just the kind of prose i prefer......