Fred & Ginger Bread A well-written book can serve as a time machine, transporting the reader, summoning the imagination like a magic carpet ride through history, scrolling back the years until it arrives at the desired year and place.
Steeped in the romantic version of Paris in the 1860’s through Debra Finerman’s Mademoiselle Victorine (see yesterday’s entry), I woke up to snow again, a light dusting of the sweet stuff, like powdered sugar sprinkled on freshly baked cookies.
With the chill outside and the hunger for a certain je ne c’est quoi on the inside, I pull out my best pedestal china cup and saucer to finesse my mood and consider, shall I have home spun hot chocolate, a civilized spot o’ tea, or an espresso?
Whatever I choose, it will go well with “Fred and Ginger Bread,” a spicy pair of earrings created for the occasion.
Steeped in the romantic version of Paris in the 1860’s through Debra Finerman’s Mademoiselle Victorine (see yesterday’s entry), I woke up to snow again, a light dusting of the sweet stuff, like powdered sugar sprinkled on freshly baked cookies.
With the chill outside and the hunger for a certain je ne c’est quoi on the inside, I pull out my best pedestal china cup and saucer to finesse my mood and consider, shall I have home spun hot chocolate, a civilized spot o’ tea, or an espresso?
Whatever I choose, it will go well with “Fred and Ginger Bread,” a spicy pair of earrings created for the occasion.
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