Easy Tuna Spaghetti
or, How the Cooking Gene Got Unfairly Divided in My Family
My mother’s cooking gene was unfairly split among me and my sibling. I got it and sadly my sister Anne got my father’s genes. I find it fascinating that we both grew up in the same French household, with the same food-centric lifestyle.
My mother was a free-spirited natural in the kitchen who cooked like great jazz musicians riff. It was edible poetry in constant motion. She had a bold and fearless style that was inspired by what she found that day at the market.