For Robin!

I announced to my husband that I was going to join the Peace Corps, because there is nothing better than a Peace Corps Volunteer with an annuity. My husband said, “Oh great, you can teach them how to cook.” I was livid. With all of my skills, experience, intensive career in Environment, Security, Communications and Records for USAID, GSO Officer, and I was one of the four who closed the Mission in Chad which became a Model Closeout; all he can think about is my cooking. Yep, I am remembered only for my cooking skill. Not fair!!!! Anyway, I received an email from my friend Robin in Haiti and the subject said, “I hope it’s not too late.” Intriguing!!! Well, what she meant was that she was trying to introduce Patrick Moore to my cooking in Antananarivo from Port-au-Prince. And it dawned on me that unless you have created electricity, or are the guys who invented Google, or was Elvis Presley, no one is going to remember about the average guy when he croaks, even if he is good. I should be happy; I am going to be remembered for my cooking skill!!! Yep, I am known to put on a table that would make any palace meal pale by comparison. Little Elisabeth used to say to her mother, “If we go to Mimaw's, then it is a feast, not a party.”

My grandson Phil went to spend a night with his grandmother Rose and she asked what he wanted for dinner, which was a mistake. Phil immediately said, “Rice and brown sauce.” Poor Rose had to call me to ask how to make rice and brown sauce for our grandson. I wish they had a sarcastic font for this ~ Alright, so I am the cooking lady, at least I am something, right? I know that right at this moment, friends of mine are thinking about my caramel pork, my Nems (Vietnamese spring rolls); and yes, I should not forget to mention the smooth Piña Coladas!

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  1. MackenzieApril 23, 2010 at 7:56 AM

    Laure!!!!! ok, you're right. i should have said you have to hook up with Laure and Barney, these fascinating, intelligent, skilled people who are saving the world and serving others - and by the way, Laure is a fabulous cook. this blog is very cool thanks to both you and Barney. good reading, good photos. glad you are willing to put the time in on this we're fans now,
    robin

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