indulgent french papa to marianne & husband to sylvie. gourmand who loved my gumbo. more than anyone, taught me to dine. his jokes took a minute to sneak around the corner of your mind...he was so smart. he's so missed.
I'm a cook. And I write, sometimes about food, mostly poems. I make stuff. I get lost. I'm worried about vanishing bees, melting icecaps, the decrease of civility in the world, seedless watermelons, and whether there will be enough time for me to get it all right.
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Oh, great. Now I want gumbo.
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