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“In the future, air travel across the Atlantic in a dirigible will be commonplace.” 

“A Day on Board” from the Airship Hindenburg Advertising Brochure:What a wonderful night’s rest you have enjoyed after your first day on board! The soft murmur from the distant engines seems to have lulled you to sleep. Now the sunshine is streaming through the windows and you take your place in the dining saloon for a breakfast of crisp appetizing rolls and aromatic coffee. Already, the free and easy companionship of ship-board travel is in evidence. The enjoyment of airship travel makes people sociable, friendships are being formed. You finish breakfast and walk to the windows. Down below, you see the long shadow of the airship passing swiftly over the sparkling foam-crested waves of the blue Atlantic, and the joy of experiencing this wonderful achievement in modern travel surges through you. No people are confined to their cabins, for as yet no passenger has ever been sea-sick on board a Zeppelin Airship. Even in storms and squally weather, the ship’s movements are quiet and steady except for the slight shock of the first onslaught. There is no noise beyond the distant murmur of the engines and the sigh of the wind on the outer hull. No dust, no soot to trouble you, the whole atmosphere is one of tranquility and peace. The air is delicious and fresh, in fact you seem to have been transported into another and more beautiful world. For a long time you are content to watch the marvelous cloud formation or the effect of the wind on the sea and waves beneath, and then perhaps you recline in a comfortable chair to read, join a party in a game of bridge, or chat with some new and interesting friends. Occasionally someone will call from the windows, and you will join your fellow passenger in witnessing the passing of a great liner far beneath, her rails lined with waving passengers, or the inspiring spectacle of a man-of-war or destroyer flotilla. Mid-day arrives as if by magic. After dinner, smokers retire to the smoking saloon. Gradually and amidst many distractions and pleasant activities the evening advances and the stars appear. If inclined, you take a shower bath before supper, and then a round of cocktails with some friends in the bar, followed by supper, and to end the day, a game of bridge. As you retire to your cabin it seems a miracle that already you are nearer your destination by over 1,000 miles. 

Eight-year-old passenger Werner Doehner sat in the dining room of the Hindenburg on May 6, 1937. His parents had just returned from cocktails in the smoking saloon.  They ate a traditional German dinner of cheese, salads and sandwiches as they had every night on the airship.  Werner would be put to bed while his parents play cards with other passengers in the bar. With no warning the dining room tilts to a forty-five degree angle.  Chairs, tables and dishes fall across the floor. Everything is on fire. His mother lifts him and throws him out the window, but Werner hits a piece of debris and bounces back. She throws her son again. This is the last thing Werner remembers. He awakens in a hospital weeks later.

Today, Werner is seventy-eight-years-old and lives in New Jersey.  His mother died of old age, but always limped from the pelvis fracture she received on that night.  His father and sister did not survive.

Thirty-five people died on the Hindenburg on May 6, 1937 at 6:25pm.

The Last Supper 

A cocktail hour followed by…

An Assortment of Cheeses

Meat, Sausage and Tomato Sandwiches

Salads

A Selection of German Beer & Wines

Ernest Hemingway - 1953

If you feel like dining on Hemingway’s last meal, here are the recipes.  Shotguns are not included.

New York Strip Loin with Garlic-Herb Crust (serves 10)

4 garlic cloves

8 fresh sage leaves

4 teaspoons fresh thyme leaves

4 teaspoons olive oil

4 teaspoons salt

1 1/2 teaspoons ground black pepper

1 (4 to 5lb.) boneless beef loin New York strip roast, fat trimmed to 1/4 inch

In a food processor, chop the garlic. Add the sage, thyme, oil, salt and pepper and process until a paste forms. Preheat oven to 450 degrees. Place the meat fat side up in a roasting pan. Roast the meat for 15 minutes. Reduce the oven temperature to 350 degrees. Roast meat for an additional 35 minutes. Remove from the oven and let it stand for 20 minutes. Cut crosswise into 1/3 inch thick slices.

Baked Potato

Large russet potato

Canola oil

Kosher salt

Heat oven to 350 degrees. Wash the potatoes thoroughly with a stiff brush and cold running water. Dry. With a standard fork poke 8-12 deep holes all over the potato. Place the potatoes in a bowl and coat them lightly with canola oil. Sprinkle with kosher salt. Place the potatoes directly on a rack in the middle of the oven. Be sure to place a baking sheet on the lower rack to catch the drippings. Bake 1 hour.

Caesar Salad Dressing

1 cup mayonnaise (go light on the mayo, you are only using this for thickening)

1/4 cup egg substitute (you can use real eggs if you are determined to be authentic)

1/4 cup fresh grated parmesan cheese

2 tablespoons of water

2 tablespoons olive oil

1 1/2 tablespoons lemon juice

1 tablespoon anchovy paste or 2-3 chopped anchovies

2 cloves of pressed garlic

2 teaspoons sugar

1/2 teaspoon coarse ground pepper

1/4 teaspoon salt

Combine the above ingredients in a bowl and mix for 1 minute. Let it chill for 2 hours before adding it to the salad.

Be sure to serve everything with large quantities of Bordeaux wine.  As Hemingway said, “Drinking is a way of ending the day.”

Enjoy!

“Every man’s life ends the same way.  It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.” – Ernest Hemingway

Ernest Hemingway’s first novel, THE TORRENTS OF SPRING, was published in 1926.  His writing career flourished into the 50’s and in 1953 he won a Pulitzer Prize for the book many critics consider his masterpiece, THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA.  The following year his life’s work was recognized with the Nobel Prize for Literature.  Hemingway was at the top of his game.  But the 60’s were a different matter.  While on safari in 1960, Hemingway was in two plane crashes that left him with a concussion and shattered vertebrae.  On top of his physical injuries, Hemingway refused to acknowledge the changing literary environment.  Henry Miller’s TROPIC OF CANCER was on the top of the bestseller list and the editors were often telling their up and coming writers, “We want more Kerouac and less Hemingway.”  The world was changing and the iconic “Papa” no longer fit.

Hemingway began drinking more and more, and for the first time in his life he was unable to write in that condition. He confessed to his old friend and editor, A.E. Hotchner, “I’m living in a Kafka nightmare.”  In the following weeks, Hemingway became more agitated.  In Hemingway’s final conversation with Hotchner, he incoherently repeated over and over, “I can’t write any more.  I can’t write any more.  I can’t write any more…”

In the spring of 1960, Hemingway was committed to the Mayo Psychiatric Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota for severe paranoia and depression.  After a year-long series of shock treatments, Hemingway had extreme memory loss and was physically incapable of writing.  His wife, Mary, met with psychiatrists in an effort to have him permanently hospitalized.  Her move was thwarted by his physicians who believed Hemingway would not live through another round of electric shock treatment.

On June 26, 1961, Hemingway was released from the Mayo Clinic.  Mary and a friend, George Brown, drove him back to his home in Ketchum, Idaho, arriving on June 30th.  The following day, in an effort to return to normalcy, Mary and Hemingway went to dinner at their favorite restaurant, the Christina.  Their waitress that evening was June Maella, a 20-year-old native Idahoan who usually served the famous writer when he dined at Christina.

Hemingway ordered his usual from Maella that night – a New York strip steak, which was accompanied by a baked potato and a green salad.  Hemingway always substituted a Caesar salad for the traditional green salad.  Maella remembers, “He sat at table five that night.  It is in the corner and overlooks the dining room and the bar.  He could sit there and see everyone in the restaurant.  As always, Mr. Hemingway ordered a bottle of Bordeaux wine with his meal.  I remember he didn’t act any differently that night.  He sat very quietly, I never knew him to be anything but a very gentle man.”

Early the next morning Hemingway arose and quietly went down the carpeted stairway to the basement. He selected a double-barreled shotgun from his collection and loaded both barrels.  He returned to the front foyer of the house.  In the bright light of dawn, Hemingway raised the barrel of the shotgun to his lips and pulled the trigger.

That afternoon his wife announced his passing to the press with the statement, “Mr. Hemingway has accidentally killed himself while cleaning his gun.”

The Last Supper 

New York Strip Steak

Baked Potato

Caesar Salad

Bordeaux Wine

Recipes and more last suppers to follow…