“a rose of the West should not aspire to bloom like a lotus from the East”. - gareth knight
what a lovely quote and something to really think about as my mind floats around today. the rose brings to my mind the Glastonbury thorn and my own personal search for the western Nirvana, otherwise known as […]
a rose of the West…
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sometimes i lay in bed before getting up and dream up the ultimate computer network for our house. it involves a computer-run media center, many redundant terabytes backup drives and a big networked laser printer.
what can i say about this book? it's a lovely memoir of julia child's arrival in paris, her journey learning the language and discovering her life's passion in cooking.
the whole story is special to me, having grown up watching her show on television. mrs. child taught me a great many things about cooking (including the fact that mistakes are okay) and her warm, engaging style comes through in the text. i could hear her warbly voice in my head the entire time i was reading.
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