That year, the annual Christmas card had a photo of Dr. The most amazing coincidence happened about 15 years later when Mary Goodbody started Cook’s Magazine with Chris Kimball and I wrote my first magazine story which was on cake. The older children were no longer living at home but he proudly told me stories about each of them and that his eldest daughter, Mary, was writing for a fashion magazine. I never dreamed that one day I too would be living in Hope. G called the “beyond hope farm” because it was just outside of Hope, NJ. I quickly became part of the family, sometimes babysitting for the younger kids and once visiting their weekend home Dr. The Goodbodys had seven children and were in the process of adopting an eighth from Korea. Goodbody told me that it had to stop because his office was smelling like a short order joint and his wife was complaining that he was gaining weight and not having an appetite for dinner.
This lasted for several weeks until the day that Dr. My response was: “Doesn’t being a doctor make you feel like a king?” If my memory serves me, he was not amused! Goodbody came up to me in the little lab and jokingly accused me of wanting to cook because it made me feel like a queen. So I started using the little laboratory to prepare our lunches, cooking over a Bunsen burner and in a toaster oven. But all the while, the greater part of my mind was about food and what I’d be cooking for dinner.
I learned how to perform EKG’s, use the autoclave to sterilize instruments, and the centrifuge to spin samples. Goodbody was a fascinating man and I benefited greatly from his wisdom and teachings. His office was on the main floor of the brownstone that Eleanor Roosevelt had gifted to her doctor (Gurevitch) who lived above it with his family.ĭr. On my way to finding my future profession as a food writer, I worked for 1-1/2 years as a medical secretary (trained on the job) for Dr.