It's been a wild month. To California (lots of heavy lifting and oodles of family there) then home to Paris for a whole new round of packing and moving as my daughter and I prepare to return to the building of my childhood on Rue des Entrepreneurs. The contractor is nearly done, so I'm very optimistic. Okay, so I'm holding my breath just a tiny bit.
|Wild Asparagus, 2 bunches for 12 Euros, enough for 5 people|
|Waiting to hit the skillets|
|Maman making my Sweet Pea and Lily of the Valley bouquet|
Did you know that if a woman receives Lilies of the Valley as a gift from a man, he expects to collect a kiss. (really?) So beware from whom you accept these innocent looking flowers!
|Sweet smelling Lilies of the Valley, a symbol of Spring since the 1500's|
|7 minutes in salted, boiling water|
|Morels cooking in butter, then a dollop of creme fraiche to support the flavor|
|Aperos on the terrace (which I will soon be leaving behind)|
Welcome to Springtime and all that it offers.