Cassie Clemmons, 1942

I’ve always loved celebrity cooking stories. Maybe it’s because they’re proof that the starlets actually eat, or maybe it’s because it tickles me to think of them puttering around a kitchen with knives and saucepans just like us. Not that long ago, I hit a gold mine when I discovered Frank DeCaro’s library of celebrity recipes and I’ve spent hours paging through recipe contributions by Debbie Reynolds, Ida Lupino, and J. Edgar Hoover. (I’m sure Rock Hudson’s cannoli is quite tasty.)

Growing up, I heard celebrity cooking stories from my Grandma and Grandpa Clemmons. Both of them worked and played in Hollywood and both of them loved to cook. Grandma, who once won a Charleston dance contest with William Bendix and was presented a string of pearls by judge Bette Davis, was a fashion sequence model at MGM, appearing briefly in The Women, The Great Ziegfield, and Dracula. Grandpa had studied architecture at University of Michigan but made his real career out of being a “funny man.” He was a gag writer for Bing Crosby’s radio show and later a script writer and storyman for Walt Disney, listing The Jungle Book, Robin Hood, The Aristocats, The Rescuers, and The Fox and the Hound among his credits.

My mother still recalls the annual holiday dinner parties thrown at their house in Glendale, where the Clemmons family hosted friends and neighbors who didn’t have anywhere to go for the holidays. (Unlike today, when we have to deal with “busiest travel day” of the year, people back then just didn’t hop on a plane to visit family every time a holiday popped up.) Some of the regulars at these raucous parties included Bill Morrow (Bing Crosby and Jack Benny’s head writer) and his various girlfriends, including actress Pat Dane, a boxer named “Society Kid” Hogan, and Bing Crosby himself.

The food was a potluck affair with the guests bringing their favorite dishes and my grandmother taking care of the main course. A few Christmases ago, my mother put together a family cookbook for my two sisters and me and the three of us now have a sampling of some of these recipes as well as the stories. The recipes are, of course, very retro with lots of sour cream and mayonnaise. Clogged arteries aside, however, the recipes are absolute gems.

My favorite story in The Family Moveable Feast is Grandma experiencing a Julia Child moment. While my 80-year-old Great Grandma Mimi entertained the guests by doing the Cakewalk with her daughter Anita at the piano, Grandma was in the kitchen taking care of that year’s roast turkey and Bill Morrow was in the kitchen keeping her company and feeding her cocktails. Ready to serve, the big bird was nestled on a platter when it slipped off and plummeted to the floor with a rather juicy smack. Grandma looked at Bill and Bill looked at Grandma. Grandma picked up the bird, brushed it off, and served it and Bill kept his mouth shut.

No one but wedding buffets seem to use chafing dishes any more. I have a lovely chafing dish that was a wedding present, but I’m afraid to take it out and see how tarnished it’s become. However, if you do have a chafing dish you’re not afraid to use or polish this Thanksgiving, here is one of the more decadent recipes in my family’s cookbook.

Chafing Dish Mushrooms

3 pounds fresh mushrooms
1 1/2 cup Amontillado sherry
1/2 cup water
1/2 pound butter
1 fresh bay leaf
1 teaspoon dried oregano
1 teaspoon dried tarragon
1 teaspoon dried dill seed
2 cloves garlic, minced
1/2 pint sour cream

1. Using a damp paper towel, brush off the mushrooms and trim the ends. Put the mushrooms in a large pot and add all the ingredients, except the sour cream.

2. Cook over medium heat for thirty minutes and until most of the liquid has reduced. Fold in the sour cream and serve in a polished, elegant chafing dish.

Eating Family Style 19 November,2007Stephanie Lucianovic

  • Michael Procopio

    Your grandfather was a gag man for Bing Crosby? Are you serious? My uncle used to golf with him. I was friends with one of his grandsons. What a messed up family that was…

    I have this vision (hope) that your grandmother was the model from The Women who got to say “Our latest foundation garment…zips up the back and no bones.” Please tell me that was your grandmother!

  • Stephanie V.W. Lucianovic

    Hee — I WISH! My sister and I used to twirl around in gauzy things and say that line all day long! No, she was non-speaking in the fashion show sequence at the zoo/monkey house. I believe the hat she’s wearing — depending on what version of the movie you see — is red with a feather — sort of Peter Pan/Robin Hood style. Other versions (for some reason) didn’t release that scene as in color, even though the intent was always for that scene to be in color.

    I never got to meet Bing but I know that when my uncle was killed, he insisted my mom and grandparents stay out at his trout ranch on Rising River until being back in Glendale was manageable again.

  • cucina testa rossa

    so that’s where you get it from! 😉 what a fabulous family history.

  • Ma Keckler

    And then there is the story about
    your grandmother cooking for Bing Crosby and friends in Palm Desert, California in the 1960s. She was not shy about ordering Groucho Marx out of the kitchen when he began to get in the way with his comments and suggestions. As I recall, it was a rather profane command.

  • Anita

    My grandparents lived in Glendale, too… but I doubt they ran in the same circles. He was an engineer and she was a librarian. 😀


Stephanie Lucianovic

A former picky eater, Stephanie V.W. Lucianovic is a writer, editor, and lapsed cheesemonger in the San Francisco Bay Area. A culinary school grad with an English lit degree, she has written for,, Popular Science, The New York Times, The Washington Post, and The Boston Globe. Additionally, she has been writing for KQED’s Bay Area Bites since its inception and is the website editor for KQED’s Emmy-award winning show “Check, Please! Bay Area.”

Stephanie was an original recapper at Television Without Pity and worked on a line of cookbooks for William-Sonoma as well as in the back kitchen of a Jacques Pépin cooking show. Her first book, SUFFERING SUCCOTASH: A Picky Eater’s Quest To Understand Why We Hate the Foods We Hate (Perigee Books, 2012) is a non-fiction narrative and a heartfelt and humorous exposé on the inner lives of picky eaters that Scientific American called “hilarious” and “the perfect popular science book for a reader that doesn’t think he or she wants to read a popular science book.”

Stephanie lives in Menlo Park with her husband, three-year-old son, assorted cats, and has been blogging at The Grub Report for over a decade.

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