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About Me
- un petit morceau
- Corrales, New Mexico, United States
- My mother grew up in Paris, one of 11 children, and had memories of bomb shelters and only flour and water to eat, as well as raucous family meals.[What else could they have been with 11 children?]When she landed in America as a young girl, she paid her way by assisting the dietitian with all the meals at her Ann Arbor, Michigan school.So family tradition,hunger and a decidedly forward thinking school cook all led to food and dinner time being somewhat of an obsession.My mother would always prepare a 2 and sometimes 3 course meal for us.Working beside Mama in the kitchen was a cloth woven with long periods of comfortable silences,confessions,laughing and the intricate ballet required when you have more than one person in a New York City apartment kitchen.What I write here has so much to do with this woman who would literally swoon eating a marron glace. Appreciation, gratitude and wonder.She had those and I hope to share some with you.
Oh Yes! What a beauty! And a lovely horse too! *G* Now that picture has relaxation all over it.
ReplyDeleteJohn.
Very nice photo and summer feeling. Now in Irkutsk (where I live) is cold and rainy like in autumn. I look at this photo and think about summer :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nana :)
I remember when I was in Corrales that nearly everybody seems to have horses behind the house.
ReplyDeleteI saw so many different races that I hardly couldn't believe it. I loved the town at once.
Sandra
My goodness... I still remember that horse-ride from a few years back... my butt was sore for days! Enjoyed it, tho.. *g*
ReplyDeleteOh yes, Bob, i remember THAT horse ride.... i also recall limping rather painfully from the car to the Sandia Peaks casino for a bite to eat afterwards... We were a sorry looking lot groaning and moaning, were we not! *G*
ReplyDeleteBut happy, right?
John.
So, as an English rider, would I be allowed to ride in Corrales, or would I be laughed out of town as soon as I started posting? I know -- I'll ride dressage and call it Western. All I'd need is to swap my helmet for a hat.
ReplyDeleteAnd to Natalie, I'm thrilled to hear of someone who lives in Irkutsk! You must get tired of references to Risk, don't you? But when I was growing up, the name of your city was on my lips more often that you could guess.
You know, I really must be a city girl at heart... I first looked at this and thought, "gee, a horse right in the road in front of the car". That's what comes from growing up in Northern New Jersey I guess. Anyway, cool photo, and neat horse.
ReplyDeletegrowing up in NYC, I still can't believe I live in a place where I wake up to donkeys braying and look out the window to see someone walking with their llama
ReplyDeleteand by the way, plenty of English riders- you wouldn't feel out of place!
I've lived in NYC all my life and every time I travel outside of the city I get a similar feeling. The beauty of some of the landscapes and the animals grazing....it's very cathartic to the soul.
ReplyDeleteIs it really that green in Corrales? I always pictured it as deserty and brown like Vegas.
ReplyDeleteAWWWWWWWW..I want a horse....a Clydesdale though:)
Last time I got on a horse I got thrown. Mind you I was 12 then, a looong time ago :D
ReplyDeleteHi Nana,
ReplyDeleteso this is Coralles... what a beautiful place! And I love your blog, too!
Just wanted to thank you for the great evening in Deggendorf, for being such a wonderful person who bruised her knee (I loved that story!) and for talking so much about good food I could think of nothing else but the buffet.
I am the woman with the black Adidas jacket and the same black-printed white top that you were wearing the next morning in the breakfast room.
Greetings from rainy Germany!
Cecile