Food historian, author, gardener, epicure
Written by an elegant old lady with large hat, gloves, and powdered face who autographed my copy of her book at a New York book signing and predicted I would “cook well.” She was my teenage goddess. I read her food columns (in French) in Realités. She made me realize I possessed a gift and for that reason, I owe her a bouquet of roses when we meet in Paradise. Merci Mapie!! I use your recipes all the time, or reinvent them my own way.