Category: Movable Feast
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The Tradition of Thanksgiving
As far back as anyone in my family can remember, my mom made turkey cutout sugar cookies for Thanksgiving. As I have mentioned on my blog many times, my brother Marty (may his soul rest in peace) would snap the…
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Beet Salad by Ben
Driving around the Italian countryside, our stomachs begged us to stop to dine somewhere. Given it was Sunday and way past lunchtime, I had doubts we would find anything open; this is Italy, for God's sake. At a few…
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Pavlova
My friend Frances and I went to the Bar de la Marine in Cassis for lunch. The first time we went, I did not indulge in the Pavlova as I didn't pace myself for dessert. However, I never made that mistake…
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My Afternoon Date
We walked hand in hand to the ice cream shop. After that treat we around the corner to the park. A band was playing so we stopped and listened. If ever you want an authentic view of Paris, go…
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Summer Figs
Steps away from the century-old stone house where we are staying, wild fig trees grow. Amidst their aromatic scent, I plucked from their bounty, carrying them by folding up the hem of my dress. All the while, I was dreaming…