Archived entries for breakfast
French Toast
So Claudia packed her bags and headed off to Paris, leaving the rest of us here feeling sorry for ourselves in gray, damp and freezing old Milano.
So what better time to start off our new column: “reminds me of home” , where we will be digging around in our past, reminding ourselves of all those smells, songs and objects that instantaneously haul us back to distant times and long lost places. The following piece was written by my mother, Pauline.