A Journey within The Journey

Good day my readers. I could not help but want to reblog this post from an old and dear friend who is an incredibly talented and gifted cook. In fact, Steven is cooking his way across America hosting a dinner party in every state of the union. His blog post was the first thing I saw when I opened my computer this morning. Naturally, I reached for the box of kleenex and immediately went into an unplanned baking frenzy. Here is what Steven shared. ❤


A heart-warming small-world moment: In December I posted the story about the Keys family. Bill and Lisa Keys hosted me in Pennsylvania, but our friendship extended a decade back to when we were living in Connecticut. The journey to their home in Eastern PA involved many stops along the way and people who’ve shared in the grieving of William, their son. While staying in DC a couple of days ago, my hosts returned from a party and gave me this bracelet that they had received from someone who was close to William. That person probably had read the story about William’s family, found out I was staying with my hosts, and wanted to pass it along, this reminder of someone who still means a lot to many of us. He had been wearing it for a long time. If you read the story, the person who gave me the bracelet is Elinore’s brother.

Le Mobile Feast

Twenty-seven states into the LMF route I finally arrived at Bill and Lisa’s house in Kennett Square, PA. And it was my second time driving into the state. The first time through Pennsylvania, I was heading north from Maryland and bad timing prevented Lisa and Bill from hosting a dinner party at their home. I chose to proceed onto New York without visiting my old friends, promising them and myself that I would do so on the return leg. More than any other hosts thus far, Lisa and Bill had been with me in spirit throughout this journey. As a competitive cook and blogger, she was encouraging me from the beginning and frequently commented on and shared my blog posts with others.

Lisa and I met when I was teaching at The Taft School, in Watertown, Connecticut. I had just left active duty in the Navy to take an English teaching job…

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6 thoughts on “A Journey within The Journey

    • You can read more about the hearts throughout my blog. It makes me a believer that he surrounds me when I am at a crossroads. He always chose the road less travelled and encourages me to do the same. William’s “book” is a truly wonderful story but so sadly cut short

      • I would love to read more about him and the hearts. I believe our deceased loved ones guide us all the time, but often don’t realize it. Love from one mom to another.

  1. My breath is gone. So beautiful. Love you and looking forward to hugging you again soon. Thank you for sharing. So beautiful of this young man to take the time to write. So beautiful. Will. Wow.

    • This is why it is okay to break a plate every now and then and not worry about it. Don’t sweat the small stuff mama ❤️

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