June 20, 2013
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The Tenor
The waitresses who came back to the kitchen were swooning: The Tenor had brought his entourage into the little Hungarian restaurant, and he was quite handsome. They giggled and argued over who was responsible for his table.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the young girls (not much younger than her) and settled the friendly squabble: Each server would get an opportunity to bring something to the special party. The ladies fled the kitchen and Elizabeth went back to her stove.
A while later, one of the waitresses brought back empty plates, and a message for Elizabeth: “The Tenor wants to compliment your food in person.”
But before the girl could finish her sentence, The Tenor pushed through the kitchen door.
Elizabeth never let a guest into her kitchen. It was a rule; if a guest wanted to see the chef, she came out into the dining room. It irked her that this man had not waited for her at his table.
He apologized and kissed both of her cheeks quickly. Her anger disappeared when he said, “I could not wait to tell you how delicious my dinner was!”
Elizabeth smiled and blushed. Now she could see why her wait staff had all gone weak at the knees. It wasn’t his appearance (though he was nice to look at) as much as his charm. Italian men, she thought. Always so smooth.
He loved to cook, he told her. He loved Hungarian food, and hers was the best he had ever eaten. Could he have her recipe for stuffed cabbage?
Elizabeth shook her head with a smile. Sorry.
The Tenor laughed. He negotiated: He would trade his mother’s recipe for sauce and a song for Elizabeth’s stuffed cabbage recipe.
The cook nudged The Tenor back into the dining room, where he sang La Donna E Mobile, to everyone’s delight.
After service, everyone went home except for Elizabeth and The Tenor. They spent the rest of the evening in the kitchen, making Italian spaghetti sauce, and Hungarian stuffed cabbage.
And that is how my grandmother met Enrico Caruso.
Comments (14)
ABsolutely wonderful. I knew when you said Hungarian there was something afoot. Honey this is splendid and I love it.
What an amazing and delightful story! I love it!
Fabulous story!@!!!!
You made me smile with this story.
What a wonderful story!
What a wonderful story!
peace & sparkles
awesome story
What a great story
I have tears in my eyes! What a beautiful story…a precious memory to keep and pass down for generations!

There is just something about Italian tenors…right?! Or is it just me who swoons?!
HUGS!!!
Very cool story!
We had a Reader’s Digest collection when I was a kid that featured a story about a Quaker girl meeting Caruso. Apparently he was a very pleasant and charming person.
Wow! Caruso!
@adventofreason - I have been wanting to tell that story for ages! I must have heard it a thousand times, growing up. So glad you liked it, Miss Strings!
@saintvi - @Bricker59 - @slmret - @peacenow - @ElusiveWords -
@godfatherofgreenbay - @Shining_Garnet - @Iamsurrounded - Thank you all so much. I am very happy you enjoyed the story!
@adamswomanback - Thank you! I used to love to hear Grandma tell her stories, stories like this one. It makes me so happy that I am not the only one to enjoy them.
(And yes there is definitely something about Italian Tenors!)
@Roadkill_Spatula - Hiya! Glad you enjoyed the story. We had Reader’s Digest books, too, but I don’t remember Caruso in ours. I’d love to read that story about the Quaker lady! Thank you for coming over and reading. Always nice to see you.
@Cynsjrl - Sono brutta… but grazie! I am glad you liked it. It is so good to see you! <3 <3 <3