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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.
Happy Holidays to you and your family as well, pretty lady! :)
ReplyDeleteI hope it's grand.
Dear Nana!
ReplyDeleteHappy Holidays! Merry Cristmas! Bonne fête! Счастливого Рождества! (if you can read this text, it's in russian "schastlivogo rozhdestva")!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
ReplyDeleteNana, could you tell me please what you usually do at Christmas? What Christmas customs do you follow?
ReplyDeleteHappy Holidays to you as well. Thanks for the Bouboulettes, recipes and videos this year. We've enjoyed them all!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas Nana! Ooh, I'm one minute into mine as I type this...
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas, Nana and everybody else!
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