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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.
how beautiful...
ReplyDeleteDid you talk to her? :)
ReplyDelete"'It isn't manners for us to begin, you know,' said the Rose, 'and I really was wondering when you'd speak! Said I to myself, "Her face has got SOME sense in it, though it's not a clever one!" Still, you're the right colour, and that goes a long way.'"
- Through the Looking Glass, Lewis Carroll
Oh wow,beautiful contrast between colors. Nature is the ultimate artist!
ReplyDeleteWe inherited a couple of lovely roses when we bought our place - the deep reds had the most amazing scent; but the yellows & pinks didn't. Does this one?
ReplyDeleteWith regards
Robert
How beautifully colored rose!
ReplyDeleteI can almost smell the amazing scent. I love roses!
There seems to be little correlation between colour and scent. I've had deep reds with deep heavy scents and some without, and there have been some pink and yellow ones that also have had the deep scent. What's funny is that some roses have a subtle scent, similar to raspberry, both Mom and I could smell that but my Father couldn't.
ReplyDeleteShe didn't apply perfume with a liberal hand- but it was there
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