postscript
Irene rang my doorbell close to midnight...maybe 11:45pm. I knew something had happened. She was scheduled to flight out the following morning and I had her luggage and laptop in my closet. It was certain I would see her again...the question was when?
A poised and physically strong woman (her father was an olympic medalist in Helsinki!) she had experienced a fall and sprained her ankle at the airport. One of things we I think we both came to terms with during the time we have known each other is our own vulnerabilies. We are both strong and determined and head strong... (oh, just ask my Harry about this one...)...but we aren't unvinceable. Maybe unsinksable. I was mugged in Barcelona and she came close to a situation when she sprained her ankle. She got in late but not too late to limp around and pack her books for shipment and reorganize her luggage. (She was a ballerina so I suppose pain is no big deal for her.)
I drank my wine and yawned and made sure she left me her recipe for a Mont Blanc. (If you know this one, champ, please lets compare recipes.) Of course her books were .2 kilos over the limit for economy shipping so she had to bring them back this morning before her shuttle picked her up. The good thing is now I get to read them before I ship them to Australia for her.
She picked up a beautiful Moandi book and the catalogue for APOCALYPSE: Beauty and Horror in Comtemporary Art from the Royal Academy of Arts in London. Sounds right down my alley but the work just seems over the top too much of the time. I'll give it a few days.
In the meantime she is teaching in Hong Kong and I am finishing new work for a group show here. I dicovered a beautiful papier mache reindeer in the trash on the Isle de l' Cite. It looks like something that was used in a window display and is about the size of a small fawn. If I use it as I think I'm going to use it, with an apple on its head, I'll likely have to break my rule about only making art I can put in my carry on luggage this go-round.
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I don't know that i've ever had mont blanc - this classic chestnut (I think?) meringue thingy. I haven't had a lot of chestnuts since i've lived in the states. used to get hot ones all the time from chestnut stands in Germany during the winter.
Mont Blanc is a sort of chestnut paste and creme fraishe... not merinque! As far as I've experienced, anyway. Merinque would make it healthy and the version I tasted did not seem to have any of those considerations.
All of this can be purchased at the market in France and then easily combined for a mont blanc. The problem of course, is making it at home where creme fraishe (sp?) can't be purchased. Maybe champ or foil know a way around this. It can be made but it doesn't taste the same, according to Irene.
Yes, my mom misses buying creme fraiche which you could find in Germany. I think some of the Mexican markets might carry it. I remember seeing some in a Mexican section one time. But I don't think it was here at home.
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