Recently, my manuscript of City of Ladies reached its final phrase. There is some last work to do, but it is finished after all these years. Now I look down the path of my second manuscript, A Hundred Years of Becasse. It is daunting to say the least.
So, a crepinette is French in origin. Surprised? Don't be. The French are the reigning Roi et Reine (Kings and Queens) of charcuterie. A crepinette in actuality is nothing more than a flattened patty of ground and seasoned meats aka sausage, a parcel in other words. But what makes it a crepinette is that in French crepin means pigs caul.
Interesting connection, hmmm?
Early morning is when both muses visit me, imploring me to look outside. Whatcha planning? A walk? Revising? Dinner? Lunch? Cleaning that pile of dishes? Organizing? Emailing? Planning those classes that are coming up this week? Anything? At all? They mutter, most judgementally.
I try to keep in mind that they are in my mind. :) That I am in charge of me.
Tell me, how do you manage your space and "thyme?" I suspect you've had your struggles too.
When my youngest son, Jaryd, returns from school in Savannah, I feel a wonderful and proud kinship with him. As the second artist in our house with projects (he is a character technical director) and deadlines, his dedication and discipline is an inspiration.
Just what does this name Planting Cabbages mean?
I learned it from Michel de Montagne, a French Renaissance writer (1533-1592) who wrote about fear, friendship, government, cabbages, and the imagination. Not always in that order.
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