After three weeks cooking for myself at the winter house in Tucson, Leno didn't have to ask twice. At 6 p.m. tonight I eagerly crossed the street and there it was: cocktails, then chicken under a cranberry sauce, baked.It was wonderful, and went well with Carolyn's accompaniments and the dinner table conversation. We had time to eat, but just barely, with so much to talk about. This easy-going, interesting couple is current on just about everything and have a point of view that is most appealing.
Carolyn got the dish recipe from her golf league pals, so we can't name it Chicken Carolyn or anything like that. Her cart mates raved about it, and now so do I.
Meanwhile, household manager, Mickey Masolini, (right) was in attendance near the table and very well behaved. That was quite remarkable, considering that his Daddy Leno, once a no-nonsense high school principal, has softened beyond all recognition, and now sweetly indulges his dear pet in its every wish and desire.
