I decided some time ago that I would be an excellent house guest. I would bring a hostess gift, refrain from blowing my nose in my napkin, tidy up after myself, and write a witty and sincere thank-you note. Lacking food allergies, I would welcome any and all meals with enthusiasm. I would not stay longer than three days unless my hosts were absent, in which case I would house-sit. I would have a meal awaiting them upon their return, along with watered plants and happy, fat cats.
My role model is my late Aunt Fern. When she, at age 83 and with a bad hip, announced she was flying from her Florida home to visit me in California, I asked her if she had any food issues. After considering the question, she indicated that if I could leave both okra and yogurt out of the week's plans, she'd be good. She successfully changed planes in Dallas and we had a lovely week.
My travelling aunt plans have been postponed over the years due to responsibilities I will not outline here as they are mundane and will interest you not at all. In the past few years they have either fallen away or I have grown less obsessive about them.
To that end, I welcome you to The Travelling Aunt. My first installment will appear in a timely fashion. Perhaps with photos.