Happy Birthday to me. If I could I think a birthday in France would be delightful. I have been there in the summer, but I am not sure I would want to be there with the crowds. Even though I cannot be in Paris I must say my friends made sure that I am going to have a special birthday.
This year has been one of the saddest and most difficult years of my life. In addition to losing my mum, my cat has been diagnosed with heart failure. There have been many tears shed. Saturday eve my friends had a surprise party for me. There was a nice group of men and women and we had a lovely time. Thank you to my darling husband for organizing it.
I received some lovely presents and I must confess almost each present had a French touch. There were tea mugs with lovely bicycles on them. Lots of tea. French cook books and tea towels with macarons and French postal markings. Of course there has to be champagne and cake with strawberries. Let's not forget the cookware and a scarf of course. It truly was a fun evening.
One of my male friends that I cycle with is a great cook. He told everyone that we always discuss food and recipes on the ride and when he returns home he is so frustrated as he wants to make all the recipes that we discussed. He gave me Alice Waters The Art of Simple Food. He said it does not have photos but he knows I will appreciate it. I cannot wait to read it. Of course there was also the Barefoot Contessa in Paris and My Paris Kitchen. I can hardly wait to start cooking from them.
I just loved how my friends all came together. We enjoyed dinner and had a lovely time talking. This year has taught me to truly appreciate my friends and lean on them. Last night I saw another group of friends I had not seen in awhile. Friends whether male of female are great. It is important to spend time with them and enjoy the moment.
While I would love to be in France, the best present I could receive is friendship. Thank you to all my friends for being there.
Cooking is one of my passions in life. Enjoying good food, pastries, chocolate and everything the French have to savor is my other. This should come as a surprise given my father chose my name after reading The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
I am a voracious reader and collector of cookbooks. Little did I know that all my grade school French lessons would come in handy one day.