tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6523655939011406471.post8174429447994904557..comments2023-10-14T07:25:28.928-07:00Comments on blooming in midlife: Red SauceElaine Harriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11492641417938051882noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6523655939011406471.post-33038862499947109472010-10-31T11:57:02.117-07:002010-10-31T11:57:02.117-07:00Laurie--Thanks you so much for the comment. I actu...Laurie--Thanks you so much for the comment. I actually wrote--and read this live!--during a writer's workshop at the Chautauqua Institution this summer. I couldn't even finish reading it in class--simply got too choked up. Then when our instructor (author Ann Hood) asked me to read it before her presentation at the end of the week, I didn't know how I'd get through it. I did it byElaine Harriganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11492641417938051882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6523655939011406471.post-52642685569280515352010-10-28T20:02:37.369-07:002010-10-28T20:02:37.369-07:00My father bakes. Pound cakes with real butter, Je...My father bakes. Pound cakes with real butter, Jewish cinnamon coffee cakes, apple pie. He is a non-huggy/kissy first generation Scottish American (and in doing genealogical research we found out, interestingly enough, that one of his grandfathers was a baker in Scotland). Almost always I walk into my parents' house and smell the sugary, yeasty sweet smell of some savory concoction coolingLaurie Blairnoreply@blogger.com