A few weeks ago, I was rushing through Barnes and Noble on a mission: Get coffee before class. I could go to Starbucks, which is, actually, a little closer to where I teach. But then I wouldn’t get to visit the books.
As I strode purposefully toward the café, a title pulled me up short: Pancakes in Paris by Craig Carlson. A quick peek at the subtitle revealed it’s an American’s memoir of opening a diner in Paris. I’d not heard of the book before. Lord knows I have plenty of my own books to get through. I definitely wasn’t planning to splurge on a memoir. But … pancakes.
Pancakes are a food item I’m most likely to think of when I think of my maternal grandma. Continue reading “Why I picked this book: Pancakes in Paris”