Tall Tales from Kansas

The Huff + 1 lunch club met at Grunauer in KC for German food last week. It’s Autumn and time for soup, schnitzel, and strudel… you get the idea. Nothing beats a warming lunch on a brisk and overcast day. If you go, I HIGHLY recommend the Frittatensuppe – a Viennese beef consommé with julienne vegetables and savory crepes that are cut into strips like noodles. OMG! I wanted to pick up the bowl and slurp but I restrained myself. Marti always classes things up when she is around and therefore I was on my best behavior. While we were partaking, there was a poetry recital to honor the season:

“come, little leaves,” said the wind one day,
“come o’er the meadows with me and play;
put on your dresses of red and gold,
for summer is gone and the days grow cold.”

Marti is turning 102 next month. She manages the internal frustrations of the limitations of increasing age with a grace that we all we wished we possessed. When she mentioned being “a shadow of my former self” we reminded her that since her former self was head and shoulders above the everyday run-of-the-mill human, she still had a ways to go until she became a mere mortal like the rest of us. She remains an unparalleled lunch companion who never fails to lift the spirits of everyone in the room. We have not yet settled on a spot for the birthday lunch, but we will plan to bring you all along for a glimpse of the festivities.