HOW TO START THE DAY.
This morning I could have closed my eyes and imagined I was in the South of France in a small family-owned eating establishment. The aroma of apples, raisins, rum and hot oil wafted through our kitchen; the sunrise was spectacular; it was a perfect day to try out a new receipt David found in an old cookbook he gleaned from a Calais book Shop the other day. I seem to be blessed with the ability to cook - is this an art form? I tackled the Beignets de Fruits with confidence. They came out perfectly and mentally transported me off to the Cafe Du Monde in the French Quarter of New Orleans where I first tasted those heavenly light and powdery beignets. Ooh, la la! David and I were tempted to call Cheri and have her join us until we looked at the clock and decided that 7:00 AM might not be the best time to roust her from slumber. Besides, we now have a little masterpiece to present at one of our summer deck breakfasts.