Special People 3

This is a repost of a blog originally written in 2017

In life you meet special people. Ronnie Wenzler was certainly one of them. I moved to Memphis in 1990, and the first night I was there, the president of Kraft Food Ingredients and Ronnie, the VP of Sales, took me to dinner. Making conversation, the president asked me if I played golf and mentioned that Ronnie played “a little” golf. So I asked Ronnie what his handicap was, to which he responded, “It’s a 3 or better if it has to be.”

I spent the next 20 years figuring out just what that meant. The figuring usually meant losing a bet or two. It turned out that Ronnie was a gifted golfer and one of the most entertaining people I ever met. Amongst his many golf accomplishments was having beat the great Jack Nicklaus in the 1956 US Amateur. As Ronnie would say with his Memphis drawl, “Jack was just 18 years old, but I was only 21.”

In the 1990s, Kraft had a business meeting at Butler National in Chicago. Someone mentioned to Ronnie that Jack Nicklaus just happened to be there that day. Ronnie went to the locker room and found Jack putting on his golf shoes. Ronnie walked up to golf’s greatest champion saying, “Jack, you probably don’t remember me.” Jack cut him off with, “Ronnie Wenzler, you old SOB, how are you doing?” Jack then asked him if he wanted to join him that afternoon for a round of golf. Ronnie politely declined, telling Jack he was happy to leave their competitive record where it was.

Ronnie and I had another special connection. We were the sons of very influential fathers. Ronnie’s dad, Jack Wenzler, was a legendary golf pro in Memphis. He taught golf for over 60 years in Memphis and Florida. It turned out that Jack and my dad (a college dean from New York) both spent winters in Winter Haven, Florida. For Christmas one year, I bought my dad a package of golf lessons with Jack Wenzler. Turned out they didn’t work much on dad’s golf game; rather, they got together regularly and talked about their sons.

After Ronnie retired from Kraft, he became a golf coach. In that role, he gave me a great gift. He taught my son Brian to play, and love, golf. Brian was a latecomer to golf and didn’t show an interest in the game until he was well into his high school years. Ronnie taught Brian the swing fundamentals and broke the “Kenny curse.” My father taught me to play golf, and my swing looks like my father’s swing. A curse of a swing that Jack Wenzler couldn’t fix with my dad and Ronnie couldn’t fix with me. Brian, on the other hand, has a beautiful swing crafted by Ronnie.

More important than the swing is the love of the game. A golf lesson with Ronnie was 50% golf and 50% life lessons and laughs. Ronnie made golf fun for Brian. Brian loves the game, and we had a great time in Scotland a few years ago. (check out the blog). Many times during that trip I told Ronnie stories and thanked him for the gift.

Ronnie passed away in 2010 after battling cancer. His old golf opponent Jack Nicklaus called him towards the end to wish him well. My guess is that Ronnie reminded Jack of where their record stood during the call. I also called Ronnie towards the end and thanked him for the gift. Ronnie made me laugh and asked me to pray for him. Something I do regularly.

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Note: The feature picture is of a young Ronnie Wenzler and the legendary Ben Hogan. Ben is congratulating Ronnie for winning the 1953 Memphis Junior Golf Championship.

Variation On A Theme 3

Crème Brûlée is very popular. It is on the dessert menu of a large percentage of the better restaurants. I have been making it for years and actually have 2 blow torches and an extra canister of fuel, just in case. To be honest, the Brûlée part (charred sugar) is not my favorite. I talked about this with my friend Lucien last spring while we were in France together and he agreed. He told me that he makes custard for his wife’s mother and instead of Brûlée he tops the custard with fresh fruit. This variation on a theme is simply brilliant.

Fast forward to the summer peach season and what I call:

Crème Custard with Fresh Peaches and Berries

This has become the go-to dessert of the summer. It is the kind of dish that you can be pretty sure that if your guests don’t like the dinner, they are going to love the dessert. There is one variation to Lucien’s theme that I love and that comes from tossing the fresh fruit in maple syrup. Somehow the smokiness of the syrup adds a caramel note to the custard. I even thought of calling the dish Crème Caramel with Fresh Fruit but I didn’t in homage to my grandfather.

My grandfather loved Custard Pie. My mother would always make it when he visited. My father complained that mom wouldn’t make it for him, but she always made it for her father. Unfortunately for Gramps, it is pretty rare to find Custard Pie. Gramps would take us to Stanley’s, his favorite diner, where he would order Coconut Custard Pie and scrape off the coconut. How could he have known back then that his chubby grandson would go on to be the President of a coconut company, Franklin Baker Company of the Philippines? I can still remember Gramps saying: “This meal was so good, I just wish I was still hungry so I could eat more.”

Gramps with a smile that says his custard pie was so good that..

My grandfather was the family icon of his generation. (Check out the blog). He had 10 grandchildren. A few years ago I was playing golf with my cousin Buddy and the question came up of: Who would be the family icon of our generation? Almost in harmony we both answered, “It’s not me, it’s not me.” My vote is for my cousin Virginia who is the queen of her idilic valley on Maui. I am not sure if her connection with Maui Wowie helps or hurts her chances. Maybe that is just another  variation on a theme.

My cousin Virginia in Maui with our grandkids

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