I
wasn’t planning on beginning this post for a pie recipe with anything
other than a story about how much I liked it, encouraging you
to make it. (Which I’ll get to later.) But after I had started
writing it, several neighborhoods in Paris came
under attack, including mine, and I put everything on hold.
Cafés
and restaurants that I knew, and areas that I frequent, were targets, as
was the area around the theatre where my outdoor market is, which
suffered the worst of it. Everyone I know is okay, but others were not so
fortunate. It’s a crazy world we are living in and often we just see it
on television and switch the channels to something more entertaining, so
we don’t have think about it. But when it happens right outside your
door, or in a city that you love so much (whether you live there or
are just an occasional visitor), you can’t avoid the shock and the grief.
In addition to some introspection, my hope is that this will bring a
conversation and dialogue that will somehow address why – and how – this
happened, and where to go from here.
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