No I do not dash into the writing of recipes, but this date is special for me.. For my family also, I think.. Of Course:)
– 1 tear of sorrow
– 1 zest enjoyment
– 1 spoon of hope
On September 29th, 1982 my father died from consequences of a pleurisy.
On September 29th of every year it is « Saint Michelle, Michel, Michèle »..Name day of my mother.
On September 29th, 2012, I held for the first time my Miracle in my hands.
Thus you put the whole in a shaker and it brings you a day full of smiles, memories strewed with a stalk of sadness.
It was well worth some words.
Beautiful day to you.