Of Potatoes and crows. I love the first sighting of crows. They officially announce the coming of spring- at least in my neck of the non-woods. Is there such a thing as a crow pie? Well there is the mag-pie. And strangely enough the first time I saw one in Edmonton I mistook it for an exotic bird escaped from a local zoo, because it was red breasted. It did keep my camera busy for a while. Good thing I did not call the zoo to find out if one of their prized birds had escaped. Again in Edmonton I fell in love with Potato French fries. I guess they were not real potatoes, perhaps cousins. They were actually Sweet Potatoes French fries. And I remember the name of the place : "Crooked Fork Restaurant" on Whyte Avenue. Here I am bare to the waist, tip toeing through my keyboard. I can hear the chit chatter, in Mamies cuisine, where she feels at home. The home whose soul she defends with "bec et ongles". Jeanne thank you sharing this moment of the depths of the soul and history of France and somehow reviving my memories of my passage to Edmonton when my daughter was studying there. Ciao Bella! Ciao.
Of Potatoes and crows. I love the first sighting of crows. They officially announce the coming of spring- at least in my neck of the non-woods. Is there such a thing as a crow pie? Well there is the mag-pie. And strangely enough the first time I saw one in Edmonton I mistook it for an exotic bird escaped from a local zoo, because it was red breasted. It did keep my camera busy for a while. Good thing I did not call the zoo to find out if one of their prized birds had escaped. Again in Edmonton I fell in love with Potato French fries. I guess they were not real potatoes, perhaps cousins. They were actually Sweet Potatoes French fries. And I remember the name of the place : "Crooked Fork Restaurant" on Whyte Avenue. Here I am bare to the waist, tip toeing through my keyboard. I can hear the chit chatter, in Mamies cuisine, where she feels at home. The home whose soul she defends with "bec et ongles". Jeanne thank you sharing this moment of the depths of the soul and history of France and somehow reviving my memories of my passage to Edmonton when my daughter was studying there. Ciao Bella! Ciao.