Saturday, December 26, 2015

Daily Dose

From Long Ago in France, by M. F. K. Fisher


"We smelled Dijon cassis in the autumn, and stained our mouths with its metallic purple.  But all year and everywhere we smelled the Dijon gingerbread, that pain d'epice which came perhaps from Asia with a tired Crusader."

From Chapter Six

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