I adore your description of the mixed collection of dishes and pots and tables as a family. I have a similar blend of bowls from Morocco and plates from Zimbabwe swirled into new-ish additions of a grass green Cruset and serving trays from Deruta.
I agree! Just making it clear for readers. I had a bit in the Q&A about how ordinary my life of marriage, children and grandchildren seems in comparison to your life of adventures and [b]oldness… but my editor suggested I cut it. Life is complicated!
Dear Kate, what a life you made for yourself and what a legacy you pass to anyone you met along the way. This post puts us in your world, in your garden - how I would love to smell the quince flower - and sets us squarely at your table. Thank you!
Just love this. Makes me nostalgic for the supper club we ran alongside our deli life. The way food brings people together. The food has to taste good, of course, and there’s so much work that goes into the meal, but the heart of it all is connection. Love the stories your tables tell of the conversations and community you have generously shared.
I adore your description of the mixed collection of dishes and pots and tables as a family. I have a similar blend of bowls from Morocco and plates from Zimbabwe swirled into new-ish additions of a grass green Cruset and serving trays from Deruta.
What a dreamy setting.✨
Loved this post with its homage to gathering in all its forms. There was a promise of a book at the end. Is that still part of your plan?
Kate, what synchronicity that my Q&A with you landed on the same day as the "final chapter" of your memoir! For those reading, don't miss this peek into Kate's lovely slow life in Gascony. https://debbieweil.substack.com/p/36-years-of-slow-delicious-expat
There are no accidents! Thank you so much for asking me to talk about this expat life. I usually just call it Life. 😉
I agree! Just making it clear for readers. I had a bit in the Q&A about how ordinary my life of marriage, children and grandchildren seems in comparison to your life of adventures and [b]oldness… but my editor suggested I cut it. Life is complicated!
Beautiful words as always Kate.. x
Well, what a lovely post! A joy to read.
Charming piece - those photographs are outstanding.
Merci! Taking photographs and hosting photographers has been a side joy!
Dear Kate, what a life you made for yourself and what a legacy you pass to anyone you met along the way. This post puts us in your world, in your garden - how I would love to smell the quince flower - and sets us squarely at your table. Thank you!
Thanks so much for your kind words Cecile. I feel so priced to have been able to occupy this small corner of the Lot-et-Garonne for so long.
Glorious photo!
A gorgeous ode to gatherings at tables! I loved this Kate. 🧡
And here’s to a small gathering for cooked food on a rainy Sunday day! I can hear the courgette plant growing in the garden as I plot a garden curry.
Here too Kate, as if on cue, rain is falling, my garden is sighing with relief !
Hah! I just wrote that, too. The French cue book!
This is so warm and comforting, beautiful table, beautiful setting and beautiful food. One of life’s greatest pleasures and celebrations.
Just love this. Makes me nostalgic for the supper club we ran alongside our deli life. The way food brings people together. The food has to taste good, of course, and there’s so much work that goes into the meal, but the heart of it all is connection. Love the stories your tables tell of the conversations and community you have generously shared.