Ah les poires Belle Hélène - and on crêpes!!! I now have to have pears. I remember when we lived in France and I would feed my little boys with pears at breakfast and dessert and then throw the cores to the bunnies roaming the neighbourhood. My favourite was the little white one with black dots. I thought if they were less hungry they might leave my neighbours’ gardens alone…
While they aren’t the Nylons, have you heard “Dad Harmony” an acapela group from Sweden? Check them out on Instagram! Their harmonies are quite lovely, they are on Spotify too! Enjoy!
What I really wanted to write about was getting to catch up with you the other day, and the deep hilarity of having a serious conversation about our relationship to the creative process while our heads were covered in tinfoil! Such a serendipitous afternoon. Thanks for that, and for your note Lynda ❤️
Gorgeous painting! 😍 And what a lovely story. I'm obsessed with the idea of making prosecco pear jam, ever since I got a little jar of it from Arthur's. Thanks for the nudge!
I love this for you—the pears, the stockings, the stories tucked into conversation. The way you wrote about the pears—softened in a pan with orange and cinnamon—it felt like they were already halfway to becoming a memory.
It brought me back to poaching pears on a camp stove one cold morning in the woods. I used lapsang. The smoky smell danced with the firesmell while I layered granola and scraps of pie crust into something warm and sweet enough to pretend it's breakfast.
I still recommend lapsang. Maybe because of the memory. Maybe because it makes whatever you put the pears in taste like it spent the night by the fire.
The Nylons- YES! I force myself to simply say hello to everyone I walk past in my immediate neighbourhood cuz it's contagious, it changes the energy of a neighbourhood, and it just makes me (and others?) feel good. Sometimes it's easy, some days I don't really feel like it. But I never regret it.
Tout à fait! Though I think of myself as introverted, I play the role of extrovert pretty well when it comes to striking up conversations with strangers. Like you, though, sometimes it takes me a while to work up the nerve. https://elizabethbeggins.substack.com/p/i-want-to-tell-you
Ah les poires Belle Hélène - and on crêpes!!! I now have to have pears. I remember when we lived in France and I would feed my little boys with pears at breakfast and dessert and then throw the cores to the bunnies roaming the neighbourhood. My favourite was the little white one with black dots. I thought if they were less hungry they might leave my neighbours’ gardens alone…
And I really really want to hear the Nylons!!!
This story has taken down a deep rabbit hole too - I'm listening to the nylons on repeat 😂 thanks for this memory Piia 💕
The Nylons
While they aren’t the Nylons, have you heard “Dad Harmony” an acapela group from Sweden? Check them out on Instagram! Their harmonies are quite lovely, they are on Spotify too! Enjoy!
Checking them out now! Thank you Barbara!
Thanks for sharing your many gifts. I love your stories, recipes, and more recently, your paintings. Your writing is so friendly, like a tête-à-tête.
What I really wanted to write about was getting to catch up with you the other day, and the deep hilarity of having a serious conversation about our relationship to the creative process while our heads were covered in tinfoil! Such a serendipitous afternoon. Thanks for that, and for your note Lynda ❤️
Another wonderful story. You transported me to that delightful, cosy, warm, friendly, little cafe. An absolute delight. Thanks so much.
Thank you Beth!
Gorgeous painting! 😍 And what a lovely story. I'm obsessed with the idea of making prosecco pear jam, ever since I got a little jar of it from Arthur's. Thanks for the nudge!
Ooh let me know how that goes!
I love this for you—the pears, the stockings, the stories tucked into conversation. The way you wrote about the pears—softened in a pan with orange and cinnamon—it felt like they were already halfway to becoming a memory.
It brought me back to poaching pears on a camp stove one cold morning in the woods. I used lapsang. The smoky smell danced with the firesmell while I layered granola and scraps of pie crust into something warm and sweet enough to pretend it's breakfast.
I still recommend lapsang. Maybe because of the memory. Maybe because it makes whatever you put the pears in taste like it spent the night by the fire.
you can decide.
The Nylons- YES! I force myself to simply say hello to everyone I walk past in my immediate neighbourhood cuz it's contagious, it changes the energy of a neighbourhood, and it just makes me (and others?) feel good. Sometimes it's easy, some days I don't really feel like it. But I never regret it.
Hahaha. A tin foil tête-à-tête. 😜 It was perfect. Thanks for the chat. xo
lovely painting of pears Lindsay.
Tout à fait! Though I think of myself as introverted, I play the role of extrovert pretty well when it comes to striking up conversations with strangers. Like you, though, sometimes it takes me a while to work up the nerve. https://elizabethbeggins.substack.com/p/i-want-to-tell-you
The pear painting is so yummy!