Maman's Kitchen
Mornings with Maman were always a delight. Inarguably a morning person, Maman would rise with the sun and the birds and patter her way into her one of her favorite spaces -- the kitchen. Why the kitchen instead of the cozy living room or bright the sun room or the equally bright front porch or the back deck? Because inside the kitchen, Maman's creativity and mad genius for the culinary arts came to life. It could be any given day, any ordinary day but you'd find her by 7 a.m. or 8 a.m. wrists deep in fresh dough with her trusted mixer whipping while she played all of her favorite tunes like Wham! or Stevie Wonder or Jefferson Airplane or the Doobie Brothers. Sometimes, she'd have her favorite DVDs playing endless reruns of Rush Hour, Step Brothers or Elf. Either way, she'd step into that kitchen before the sun rose and wouldn't leave until she had happily exhausted herself. By the time I or my siblings found her in the morning, she'd have every ingredient weig...