And in between the Angel in the house and the bitch, presides the ideal of the bonne femme.
After being a good wife myself today (by going to the airport to pick up my mother-in-law), I polished off Clementine in the Kitchen, a delightful book about a family of expatriate Americans living in a small town in France in the late 1930's. Just before WWII, the father of the family is transferred back to America and the family's Burgundian cook, Clementine, accepts the invitation to join them.
I'm going to have to settle down and read it again, leisurely, with some really, really good cheese close at hand--and a glass of red wine, and a notebook. I have become an adequate cook, but that doesn't mean there isn't room for a little experimentation when I'm feeling inspired.
I've a feeling this is the cookbook I'll be immersed in for the rest of the year, and the timing is just right since it will get me in the mood to travel to France this summer. There's a couple I need to visit in the medieval town of Domfront and there's an island I have to see in Brittany. Beyond that. . .there is no beyond that yet.
Guess it's time to start doing some research and planning.
11:22:57 PM 
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