Notes from Dorette

I came to read Anna’s Dance: A Balkan Odyssey and was moved with the intensity of the story, in both the beautiful landscapes and foods of the Balkans, the time period of the late 60’s and the interior landscape of Anna, and the journey she takes to herself. Read on for her writing journey, with just as many twists and turns.

The death of Cheddar, our rooster this week, triggered me back to a very introspective time. One time of extreme loss for me, and especially close at this time of year. I’ve been thinking of writing more about my Pennsylvania up-bringing, and though not remarkable in any way except to me, our family’s rich connections and disconnections. Many people have written about their childhoods, in powerful ways, and I am looking for a pathway to do so. This path I found is filled with food and a wonderfully odd restaurant of the era that we frequented.

It was years ago that I first met editor, Jonell Galloway – on-line – and discovered we shared a huge chomping love of France, culinary worlds and words, and traveling adventures.

I am very grateful for her interest in and publishing my work, the first chapter of my novel, A Hundred Years of Becasse, a tale of woodcocks, mushrooms, and a very special French Inn.

Merci, Jonell!

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Traveling very lightly, I left behind many things I normally bring along.

Dressy clothes.

Laptop. (this is the third time I’ve written this on my I-phone and its getting shorter and shorter.)

Over the years I have kept and fed bowls of levain from all manner of millet and figs. grapes and fresh cherries..and I am guilty too. Of too much. If i was eating, I fed my levain. I fed my levain almond flour and chestnut flour.. until it practically gurgled in protest; Arret!

Can you walk?

Of course you can! But why? You’ve got SO much to do. You don’t have time.  Or do you?  Come join me!