Frank had a lot of great meals at our house and out in restaurants. If he had shown up on the proper day, for instance, he would have had Baked Alaska that we prepared for a saxophone player. Or on another, FLAMING CHERRIES JUBILEE that we prepared for a bass saxophone player. I tell you, we girls could really BURN in the kitchen sometimes. And obviously not just those little mini muffins (which I later was at a loss for, as my sister had taken her pan with her when she moved out).
And my sister went on to learn how to make a Mexican delicacy, "cabeza" although she would roast the head in the oven (complete with little horn stubs) and serve it on a platter with its tongue hanging out of its yellowed teeth, and you were supposed to dig in with tortillas and eat the cheeks. That was Christmas dinner 1966 (?) or so with my sister one year at their place in Los Angeles, after she got married (again).
She also liked telling about the fish that were deep fried in their skins with little spiny back fins and served whole on a plate complete with staring eyeballs.