Month: August 2016
It feels like the last few days of school. I decided to take the whole month of September off to spend it with my mother. Maybe get away for a week. In the meantime, I feel like I have to get there, counting the days and checking off work engagements. My 5 things are all over the map, just like my head….
4:40 pm on a Wednesday afternoon. I look up and the sky is a perfect shade of intense blue, so velvety I think I could touch it. If I turn around, towards the mountains, the blue dissolves into a hazy white, fading into the rock. On the opposite side, the sky mingles with the ocean, creating a smattering of stripes, from grey to baby blue and every shade in between.
Yesterday I walked in a restaurant kitchen for a training session and the first thing I noticed was that, among the cooks, there were no girls: a common state of affairs until a few years ago, but things are changing. Women are more and more present in professional kitchens, holding their own, and no longer relegated to pastry only.
This story is not mine to tell. I stole it – a conversation with one of those strangers who, under certain circumstances, become intimate for a few hours, to then vanish forevermore. I should have asked for her permission to tell it but now it’s too late. I decided to write it because it poses an interesting conundrum – walking away from her, I asked myself “Would I do it? Would I go forward under the same circumstances?”
An insanely busy week. What is it with Summer and people wanting to eat? Isn’t everyone supposed to be on vacation?? But I am not complaining. Just trolling the net for amusing snippets to entertain myself when I get home late at night. More cooking for me this weekend but hoping yours will be relaxing and exotic.
There is always a measure of magic in watching a classic like “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” * for the millionth time: Audrey Hepburn’s face retains an exquisite beauty that never becomes dated; Givenchy’s clothes are still to drool over and, in the end, love conquers all and the cat gets a name. What is there not to like?