Ok, so I go out into my garden about 7pm. I’m finally going to cook some of my swiss chard and use it for a meal, sauteing it in olive oil. And as I walked around the side of the house to my garden, I suddenly remembered how Sherry would always repeat the words when I would say the vegetable, and she would say it with great affect, as in “Swiss Chaaaad” (like Bostonians say “Harvaaad Yaaad”.
I thought maybe one of you had heard her say it that way, too. Although how many of us had occasion to discuss swiss chard with her??
And when I cooked it, she actually liked it. She liked pretty much anything I cooked for her.
