Les temps changent, Oh Yeah!

Le calme est revenu. Mon fils et sa petite famille (comme disent mes filles) sont repartis. Le tourbillon Ariane s'active maintenant dans la voiture de ses parents et Alexis se désespère de devoir attendre d'arriver chez lui pour manger son Jell'O citron.
Le repas fut une oeuvre collective: mes filles ont préparé le gâteau aux carottes que leur mère aime tant, ma femme a dégourdi les homards et j'ai cuit, au BBQ les médaillons de boeuf.
While barbecuing I was thinking of man in the kitchen. My grandmother and my mother-in=law could not bear to have a man in their kitchen; my mother did not want a kitchen, period; my wife enjoys my help and would be much mortified if I did not participate. My daughters can't even begin to imagine that I would not cook the meats.
On this mothers' Day, I figure many fathers have donned an apron and done the dishes and most people will say: "No big deal".
Oui, les temps ont bien changé...et c'est très bien ainsi.

Poor mixer

Would you believe it? I am a Sunbeam mixer killer. Two weeks ago at the McGill Institute for Learning in Retirement Odette spoke of a recipe book based on la Comtesse de Ségur née Rostopchine's children books. Since the good Comtesse peopled my lonely sickly child's days, I was curious about those recipes so I went to la Grande Bibliothèque du Québec in Montreal and got the book.
I got hung on a bread recepi. Mind you I never baked bread in all of my 78 years but I very foolishly went on. The first try did not rise and could have been used to stone somebody. The second try got a little better and was, at least, edible. The third try is the best. My raisin bread is light and fluffy, a nice golden color and very tasty.
Alas! I added the raisins at the wrong moment...and some gears broke. We now have a very good raisin bread...but no more mixer.

J'arrive

Depuis un certain temps, des amis "bloggers" me disent de commencer. à mon tout, un blog. Bon bien, me voici! je me joins à la communauté bloggante.
À bientôt,
Paul Costopoulos