“In days to come, your memory we’ll cherish. Through the years, we’ll still be true.”—lyrics from the Richardson High School fight song.
Oh, Richardson High, my alma mater. Class of 1970. (Hi, Pearl Jam!) Good old RHS didn’t have an exemplary culinary magnet program back in my days—the only dish I learned to cook in Home Economics was glazed carrots. (I wanted to take Shop but they wouldn’t let girls in the program. It was the Dark Ages.) This morning comes some very bright news: a two-person team from RHS took top honors in a Iron Chef-style competition, sponsored by the Greater Dallas Restaurant Association, held yesterday. Fly high Eagle chefs! My niece Jamie is about to enter your program. She will kick some culinary sass.