nuntium centesimum tricesimum tertium (133rd post) Grand-mère
Here's dessert from four nights ago:
We don't have dessert every night but when my neighbor will make the main meal, I can find the time to make tartes. One of my grandmothers was French- I mean she lived in France, in a tiny town called Imbsheim. She grew up speaking Alsacian which is a dialect of German with some French in it. I didn't speak French the two times we visited as children but we communicated. She made me homemade French fries every day for 6-weeks when she found out I liked them. On a wood stove. In a house with no running hot water.
After my first year of teaching, I stayed with one of my aunts and regularly visited Grand-mère.
She was nervous about her French which, of course, was miles past my schoolgirl French. But I did get her to show me how to make tartes. Like all her food, it was made with no recipe, no measuring cups and delicious beyond compare. Thanks to her, we are all happy- even Lily once got about half a blueberry one.
And in tatting news, I am still making graduation crosses. I think this is the last one for this year.