Yes. Big, big news. I am going to be a grand-mère. Mamie, as my Frenchies are already calling me. Pronounced Ma-Me. Son #1 and Mom-to-Be invited me over at 7:00 am a couple of weeks ago to take the photo. Buddha is a handsome fellow, too, isn't he? Looks as if he is ready to …
The BFF Hometown Tour
I would love to say that I will make Hometown Tour a regular feature of The Sabbatical Chef, but, well, I think that it would go the way of most of my best of intentions. As Mama Mildred has said to me more than once "The road to Hell is paved with good intentions." …
Happy New Year!
Some people make New Years Resolutions on January 1. Not me. My new year starts on the first day of school every fall. I have started school every August of my life since 1963 or 1964. I have officially survived the first week of of year 37. Wow. I am starting to sound old- even …
Rookie mistakes
At first, I wanted to blame King Arthur Flour and whoever posts the recipes on their website. (I may have even been a bit snippy in my recommendation of the recipe- shame on me. I will go back and fix that. I promise.) I have been baking for many, many years. Not a rookie. Yesterday …
Whosits and Whatsits
I've got whosits and whatsits galore. Anyone who has watched Disney's The Little Mermaid more than once knows that line. (And will have the song running through her head all day.) Son #1 was very much in love with Ariel, so we watched it at least a million times. And thanks to Mama Mildred he …
Gratitude Project
This is an earlier post that I am moving over from my original blog. It is one of my most meaningful experiences and I like to look back on it often. It keeps me grateful and less likely to get wrapped up dramas or concerns that I cannot control. Can you teach someone else to …
The Sabbatical Chef’s New Look
I am trying to learn how to use WordPress, the new platform for my blog. I am actually beginning an on-line course that they offer-- for free. I love those magic words. Starting with the basics this time instead of jumping in with both feet, the way I usually do! I want to move posts …
1958+58=2016
I do not try to hide my age. As a matter of fact, I make my new 7th graders practice their math skills in French during the first week of school by figuring out my age. First, though, I ask them to guess how old I am. A humbling experience, trust me. Soixante-quinze?? Vraiment? 75? …
A Life Well-Lived
Saying good-bye in any language has always been very difficult for me. Au revoir, ciao, adieu, arrivederci, salut, see you later, see you soon. They all mean the same thing. I hope that I will see you again. Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Yesterday, we said good-bye to Dave Gould in a packed school auditorium. A …
Making new memories
This has been a summer of memories for me. My high school class held a long overdue reunion in June. We didn't track everyone down, but we tried. The 35 or so of us who attended had a great time. At one point, I just sat back and watched everyone hugging, talking, laughing, and sharing …
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