My mother, Gretta Anna Teplitzky, was born in New Zealand in 1929. She had Spanish-Jewish heritage on her mother’s side, and she had cooking in her genes – her great-grandmother was the chief recipe tester for Queen Victoria.
Gretta Anna married my father, David Teplitzky, an engineer, in Christchurch in 1953, and in 1958 they moved to Sydney because Dad had won a scholarship to do his doctorate at Sydney University. Mum got a job as a stenographer in the city and pursued her growing passion for cooking by attending Cordon Bleu cooking classes. The girls in her office started to show a keen interest in her endeavours, and one morning she announced to my father from the bath that she was going to leave her job and open a cookery school in their flat in Rose Bay.
She started teaching a few of her previous work colleagues around the kitchen table, and, gradually, it grew from there, until the numbers had reached well over one hundred. In 1960 she offered to hold cooking classes at Johnnie Walker’s Bistro in the city, which he agreed to only after sending a delegation to her home to see her in action. As Mum’s popularity continued to grow, she soon needed her own space. She found suitable premises at the 680 Club in Killara, where she set up The Gretta Anna Teplitzky School of Continental Cookery, and my parents went into partnership in her first and only restaurant, Gretta Anna Grande Cuisine, just down the road. She was to run her classes from there for the next couple of years, teaching eager women the art of the perfect dinner party.
Soon my parents moved to a house designed by Harry Seidler in Wahroonga to set up home with my newborn older brother, Jonathan. I was to follow eighteen months later and my sister Anna seven years after that. When they asked Harry to draw up plans to add a wing, he refused, saying that the house was perfect as it was. Eventually he relented and provided plans for an addition which would later house Mum’s cooking school, when she moved the school to the family home.
My earliest memories stem from this time. I can still recall so vividly sitting at the back of Mum’s classes, watching as she wove her magic, imparting wonderful ideas and flavours from all over Europe to a packed audience of women all desperate to learn. Her very personal style of teaching and her incredibly generous nature allowed her pupils to experience the joy of preparing and cooking delicious food for their families and friends with confidence and style.
Mum ran the school from our home for almost thirty years, teaching over 35,000 women in the process. She established such a name for herself that at times she had 1,000 people on her waiting list.