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cookbooks and cocktail parties
Read more: cookbooks and cocktail partiesIt started with my grandmother’s cookbook. She lived in Montréal for much of her life and would have seen the early years of the glowing Five Roses sign (erected in 1948) near the Port of Montréal, so, you bet there was a Five Roses Cookbook in the house. She told me in my twenties that…
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let me count the ways
Read more: let me count the waysI’ve been away from the city (and the blog) for a brief spell and I can say this: I missed you Montréal. Because I love you, Montréal. The sound of Montréal is what I noticed first, upon my return after several weeks away: French being spoken around me is a welcome sound of home, even…
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Montréal, I missed you
Read more: Montréal, I missed youI’ve been away. I’ve been away from Montréal. No words, not even a few, to share this past month or so. Forgive my absence, my silence. One thing that became clear, while I was away, is how much being in Montréal fuels me, which in turn, fuels the posts that I write in this space.…