Clementine, the great west-side L.A. charcuterie has amazing candies, too...
Ok, so I love Shirley Temple. Anyone who thinks I’m a sap can eat me. She was a genius. There’s never been a child performer who could do what she did. At the age of 3, she could sing, dance and act.
When she uh, matured, one of the many things she did was a television
show called Shirley Temple’s Storybook. It ran from 1958-1960. She did
all the classics and even starred in some of them.
As young as I was, I was aware of the schism between her matronly
plumpness and the tight fitting costumes she squeezed into as she
appeared as The Little Mermaid among others. But, that never
diminished my love for her.
It all started with my Mom’s 1/2 gal of dill pickles 40ish years ago....I was always facinated with the glass jar itself, the settling of spices in the bottom and the beauty of how the small cucumbers were so artful and lovingly arranged. Our Mother could cook like an angel inspired by Julia and the Time/Life series to guide her. Everyday of the week she watched and read and plotted and planned for the weekend. 
