Musings on mid-life, style, and other harmless pursuits.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Babette and I
I'm tired, it's January and all I really want to do is watch my beloved Babette cook up a storm in that tiny grey excuse for a village. The satisfaction of a woman who is wise enough to know when she has done well, and with sufficient self-possession to express her brilliance in the quietest manner. Babette's Feast - a woman in the prime of l'age.