the weekend.

this weekend there was greeting mum and having our first coffee of our vacation sitting on bench at fanueil hall, there was buying so many fruits and vegetables from the haymarket in boston that we made two trips to the car while we exchanged all the possible recipes almond and apricot tart, stones fruit crumbles, the fruit salad from sunday suppers and the broiled strawberry vanilla and ginger recipe we saw on seven spoons avacados with sea salt and pepper and so on( and on) there was tattes bakery in brookline so perfect we just can not get enough of this place. there was the little bird speaking to mum and the best window display-hundreds of old singer and jones sewing machine- i want them all! There was a visit to my brother's incredibly cool loft I AM NOT JEALOUS( nodding by head up and down)pictures of it soon!

wow just thinking of it there was much more i can add to this list, groceries at a new middle eastern market and great conversation about my memories of living in jerusalem, the ducklings and a broken leg, feeling what motherhood might be like through caring for new born ducklings( i know but i felt it almost a realization this is what motherhood will be for me the caring for animals), homemade chevre and asparagus pizza, three feet high vulture standing in my duck pond, there was plantings seeds in the garden..there was mangoes and more mochas.... breakfast with mum....a movie.... there was sunshine!

bakery part deux!

i just can't get enough of tatte bakery in boston. sheila and i headed there last saturday. she had a pear tart with a cappuccino and i had a halva brioche with espresso over ice! a waitresse's last day and the other one wearing cutest plaid dress and apron! i also fell in love with the bird that seemed to shout where is my hazelnut and rose brioche!

* play the post bellow!

shall we

go for a stroll down this quiet neighborhood, yes it is drizzling a bit but i think we will be okay. so how was your weekend? did you accomplish much on your list, did you have a list. i am good, i worked in the garden for hours it felt great then i watched amelie and i have this idea i will share it with you when i work out the details..did you watch anything? i am glad you are strolling with me, oh those roses how lovely what is your favorite flower... shall we walk to the bakery does that sound good what will you get?

* dear swap friends can you email me saying if you sent your package?

dad

When thinking about a fathers day post,i traveled through memory lane for a long while and arrived here. I was young i had just moved to old montreal where i had found a fantastic loft in a run down building. the building was divided in floors; first floors the sculptures, second floor the chefs from a wonderful vegetarian restaurants the third floor the musician and then my floor the photographers( although i could hardly call my self one at the time). The building was most likely not to code. Somehow my father would drive up from the west island everyday to visit "hang out" he was not much into the arts yet he would come into the loft and look at the paintings on the wall, he would chat with others. After a while i started realizing that he might have been worrying about me in my new place.

I did not have a lot of money at the time and would play the tams( african drums) in assigned musicians area's of the metro (subway) and the money i collected then would go straight to buying film, yes film was not cheap and since i was not very good at it, it took a lot of film. My father would bring bread mostly in a plastic bag and almost every time at the bottom of the bag i would find money, he never handed it to me just left it there for me to find and use. I remember a lot of my loft days in montreal, like learning the drums with some very talented drummers from around the world as well as african dance, listening to santana, eating the best vegan meals by candle light prepared by great chefs and the hand made sign that i still have till this day that i had on my door "the art of life" but my favorite memory of all must be the little while that my father looked out for me. Oh and that father who was not to into the arts is an artist now who's work has been exhibited in canadian museums...

* the pictures are taken at "the life is good children's festival" in boston yesterday

Tatte and conversation

last friday i posted that i was headed to meet a famous party chef, stylist and photographer and some of you guessed it was aran from canelle and vanille and you were right. I met Aran as she patiently waited for me on a bench in brookline. I have to tell you that she is lovely a glow to her that would be hard to describe. we walked on newbury street ate at a tapas( i realize now how silly a suggestion that must have been) but i enjoyed it. Her friend ariana joined us as we made our way to Tatte bakery. I came across tate bakery while visiting simplsongs blog and have been wanting to make my way there for a while now. How great that my first experience would be with aran, our cameras came out as we all took pictures of this beautiful bakery( just my style) then we each pointed to something delicious and continued our conversation about many things while we sipped our prepared drinks and nibbled on our treats. The night ended as ariana and i hopped the trolly then jumped into a cab realizing that we had only minutes to make ariana's ride back to ny -we ran to the station out of breath we made it and just like that the day came to a close. It was very nice meeting you both and aran is as wonderful as you would imagine her to be.