We think alike! Yesterday when I was at the grocery store, one which I don't often visit, I spotted Lemon Cake and picked up a container which had the equivalent of about three largish servings, just perfect for me. This is a nice change from Lemon tarts, which I usually buy at the other grocery store I normally frequent.
Yes, we do; I love, love, love lemons.
When I phoned the French bakery yesterday, I had asked them to put aside their campagne baguette, their rye bread and a lemon cake - which has a lovely tart taste - for collection today.
The strawberry tarts were a delightful and wholly unexpected bonus; I hadn't expected to see a few still on display when I headed in to collect my bread and lemon cake, but thought - why not? why not treat myself to a few? - when I spotted them, seductively laid out on display.
As I was driving home, music from my iTunes library was filling the car (I have the iPhone set to "shuffle" so I'm always hearing surprises), and ABBA came on with "Chiquitita." As I listened, smiling, I thought about your mother and how much she loved ABBA...... Her legacy lives on, even across the Big Pond, as a woman who never met her, doesn't even know her name, thinks of her when hearing that particular music.
Aaaah.
That is so sweet, and I am smiling, reading this.
Mother adored ABBA, and their music put her in a terrific mood whenever she heard it; in fact, everytime she heard them - and with dementia, she would have forgotten that she had heard them minutes earlier - her face would light up with joy and pure pleasure, she simply lit up, beaming and smiling.
At her best, when in excellent form, she would try to conduct in time to the music, waving her hands and arms, occasionally moving Mr Monkey in time to it.
Earlier still, when she was still mobile, she would sometimes dance to their music, in the kitchen, a big grin on her face.
