Since having children I am rarely on time to anything that involves the four of us. Herding cats must be easier than getting two toddlers dressed, fed, out the door and strapped into the numerous safety […]
Tomorrow, the energetic Mrs. E. and I will pack the progeny into the car and venture to the wilds of Southern Maryland to visit a friend. The country house visit requires, as most visits do, a suitable gift. It wasn’t always this way. At one point, people thought it gauche to bring a gift. That has changed. And it is almost expected that a guest arrive with something in hand. Particularly when your friend never crosses your threshold without a picnic hamper of delicacies. Even if she is only staying for a quick drink.
The well-rounded Mrs. E. also has a favourite breakfast, a specialty of Rennes, where she finished high school: les galettes de sassarin.