Look at that, Loretta Young in 1931, in a movie called “Too Young to Marry.” You have to indulge me today because it’s my birthday, and, love found me thirty-one years ago. Since it’s nearly Valentine’s day I thought I’d share a few memories of my and The Mister’s courtship.…
Category: Marriage
Butter lettuce, pickled shallots, pistachios, and cherry tomato salad Parisian pot roast, or Daube, or Étouffée, anyway it involves a chuck roast or a brisket and a lot of braising A crusty baguette A champagne coupe filled with berries and a splash of liquor – Chantilly creme optional Salad: the…
Hello dear readers, This in no way resembles what the house looks like in real time. By this point I have become the person who the child refers to as “Boss” and who the sainted man that married me is kind enough to endure. They are probably setting the…
I caught my first glimmer of love when I was three. It happened in October; brilliant azure skies punctuated by palm trees, bags filled with candy, pumpkins on doorsteps. I was barreling through the house, as fast as my short little legs would carry me, looking for something to eat,…
Having coffee with my darling, pictured here about a month ago at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. He was particularly interested in conservation techniques. However, when I mentioned something along those lines about my jawline (conservation, er-um, a cosmetic procedure) he bristled. We bandied for a few moments…