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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.
Very cute! I trust you're laying in a supply of carrots.
ReplyDeleteWow, interesting coloring. Neat.
ReplyDeleteNana,
ReplyDeleteQuestion about the fruitcake bouboulettes: I would like to order them but don't want them until say after Thanksgiving. Will they still be around then?
Thanks!
yes Lisa- all through December!
ReplyDeleteOK, great-thanks! I'll definitely order then, and maybe a treat for myself! :-)
ReplyDeleteAwesome donkey! Love it!
ReplyDeleteWOW what an ASS!!! LOL
ReplyDeletenana, is the donkey yours? has it a name?
ReplyDeleteOh David, I wish he was mine so much I left my card in the owner's mailbox telling her if she ever wanted help with him, I'd be there. I go to see him regularly, and he always has a welcoming bray for me.
ReplyDeleteI think his name is Pedro, but I see him more as a King John