I’ve recently become enamored with the world of food blogging, which is a logical step to take after a love of all things French and, of course, food-related. I love cooking but, unlike most foodies, I didn’t grow up cooking with my mother or my grandmother. In fact, I have no fond food memories from my past so it’s kind of strange that I’m here. Basically it was spaghetti with jarred sauce, macaroni and cheese or fish baked with a sprinkle of paprika in our house (then again I grew up in the 70’s and 80’s, when tacos were exotic.) Point is, I’ve come a long way and have no idea how I got here–my mother is not even sure she knows me! I still make a lot of mistakes, though, so bear with me please.
In addition to cooking, I fill my time with reading, traveling, and quite often, reading about traveling (and reading about cooking!) I love to take pictures but I really need a better camera–(I’m working on that, but since one of my fears is going into debt, it’s going to be a while before I upgrade.) My day job as a French and Spanish teacher in a local area high school pays the bills, while allowing me to dream about and share my passions on a daily basis. Quelle chance!
“Provence in Ann Arbor” is as much a state of mind as an actual place (my back patio). It comes from an inside joke between my food-loving, vegetarian, organic gardener father (with whom I first visited the actual Provence in 1995) and myself. He may live in an industrial suburb of Detroit, but being outside in his garden, well in his mind at least, he’s in “Provence”. One has to dream to survive in this crazy world.
Do you have a place you escape to, for real or in your mind, when the world gets you down? It could be anywhere life is good–that’s your “Provence”.