Years later when my mother died, we had only four days to empty her apartment. It felt like we were erasing her life. We sold/donated/discarded most everything she owned. I packed just a few special items to ship to my home in California. When my package arrived, I was dismayed to see that my husband had slipped in other items he thought I’d appreciate later.
|Mom's recipe box|
Some meals are exotic, others are simple. My trips to the farmers’ market are a weekly ritual to help create healthy and interesting meals. Northern California is a paradise when it comes to produce, so the opportunity to explore fresh and local ingredients is almost unlimited. Even with our healthier California cooking, I’ve never quite conquered the food addictions rooted in my childhood. Southern fried anything, donuts and M&Ms will probably never disappear from my diet. At least now, I can sometimes justify succumbing to the cravings for the sake of blogging.
|At the market|
What does my future hold? I have, at least for now, abandoned fiber art. Every day there are new inspirations in my “inbox” providing clues as to where I might go next in my culinary journey. It’s all a glorious adventure. An adventure that I hope lasts for a really long time.