Photography and Text by Corey Amaro
Hot from the oven, home made, pumpkin pecan muffins, with ginger fig honey.
Lord have mercy begged my thighs, which my friend Annie calls, "Belle Cuisse."
Ladelle is stuffed us silly. Oh course I did not push back from the table.
Of course my middle name starts with a P which does not stand for Pauline.
Of course I am in hog heaven! My favorite place to be in all the world (outside of you know where…).
French Husband is clapping, though it looks like he is praying, he is doing the happy breakfast dance. French Husband LOVES to eat, LIVES to eat… Eats more that anyone I know except Sacha, Chelsea, Ladelle… and me.
This is Ladelle's idea of a little breakfast! To think when she was in France baguette and coffee was what I offered her…. shameful really.
Feeling guilty as sin I said, "Well looks like I will have to move in since I won't be able to fit through your door."
No skipping a beat, Ladelle served home made tortillas with avocadoes.
Under the breakfast table is my new home.
_____ Post cards from Southern California____
Manhattan Beach, is down the road from Ladelle's home.
I told her we could house swap.
South of France for Southern California.
Wouldn't that be fun? I get the beach, she gets the bakery.
Venice beach, for St Tropez.
Cassis for the canals in Vencie (California).
I perfect swap, don't you think?
The lifeguard stations for the brocante…..why not?
A blue cadillac for big roads, easy parking… in exchange for the metro.
Of course Ladelle you have to cook breakfast.
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