Sacha left early this morning, four a.m. to be exact, to go to Seattle to do an internship with Kontent Partners. Though first he will spend one week in Willows with my family.
Last night we celebrated with a "last supper" a end to summer and a hello to Sacha's wonderful adventure.
Of course he hadn't packed.
Of course I wasn't prepared to say goodbye.
Of course there was a happy/sad feeling but soon was settled with the lush of a summer feast.
He wore my Dad's watch. I love that!
I made a goat cheese, emmental, tomato with spinach lasagna. Don't ask me for the recipe because it is something I winged up. Cookbooks are just for inspiration the rest comes from the pleasure of texture, taste and a glass of wine.
Happiness is inventing.
Also I made a roasted red beet salad with hazelnut dressing on "mache".
(What is mache in English?)
I could have been happy just with the roasted beets.
And moreso Sacha's smile all night long.
Love is an amazing feeling when it comes to one's children.
Does it know any bound?
Age doesn't matter.
I love being his mother.
Yann giving Sacha last minute advice.
Last minute affectionate words.
Last minutes full of foreveness.
Melon with limoncello and lavender.
Ready - set - go !
Seattle until October. Then one more year of study in Paris.
A meal for four that looked like a meal for ten.
Mother's cooking is like that.
Full ripe ready and too much.
I bought the straw wine serving basket at the brocante and baptised it at the last supper.
Take a cracker.
Add some camembert.
A few cracked walnuts.
And a piece of green onion tucked underneath.
Oh the taste of yum.
The last supper until Autumn.
Farewell lovely boy.