I Remember Maman:
Her war cry was always, “La passoire! La passoire (the colander)!”
Here are just a couple shape breads she taught me:
Maman took no notice of my expensive retractable mop.
Would you like the ingredient list for her spectacular confiture?
Going shopping with Maman was a memorable experience.
Quirks aside, my mother has made me the cook that I am.
My mother needed half the kitchen’s arsenal to make her soup.
Everything must be just so. “So what,” she would say. “We will clean. I know you people don’t like to work hard!” (She’s right, we people don’t, not if we can help it!). Once she was almost brought to tears as she watched the culinary fiasco of the day: A wonderful fish dish we made.