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I need to remember to set the alarm for 6AM. I didn't do the pumpkin pies yesterday after all. I made them today. As well as making a white chocolate cream pie decorated with marachino cherries. I also managed to get all the items that I wanted to accomplish (in the area of tomorrow's food, anyway) done and then some. Someone wrote something in a letter to me yesterday that made me think about the times that people have suggested that I open a restaurant. Although Faye's father and my father were brothers, their interests and occupations through the years were very different. My father is a chef and I have inherited his ability in the kitchen. (This is not to take anything away from my mother who is also an accomplished cook.) I read cookbooks as if they were novels. I have a small collection of cookbooks and I sometimes check out cookbooks from the library. But, like a lot of other people, I often find that I end up with a recipe that needs ingredients I don't have. So, I sometimes improvise. But, I do not want to own a restaurant, nor cook for masses of people everyday. The one way that I might someday end up cooking as a restaurant owner would be if it were in conjunction with an abandoned dream of mine. I probably couldn't make a profit at it, but, someday I'd like to own a combination bookstore/tea room. I'd like it to be located in a smallish college town in upstate New York somewhere. Maybe in Saratoga Springs, home of Skidmore College, (my alma-mater) or maybe in Potsdam. It would be in a large old house with half the downstairs converted into a new and used bookstore specializing in mysteries. A dining room with fireplace would be converted into a cozy place where you could sit and enjoy a pot of tea while perusing a newly purchased mystery. I'd like to have a couple of college students working for me. One putting orders together in the kitchen and one waiting on tables. They can handle the tea room while I sit behind a counter, reading or surfing the net in between customers. Well, I can dream, can't I? ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |