Marguerite’s Table

Our Alsace-born grandmother, Grandmaman Marguerite, was a stout, stalwart, and beautiful woman with a crown of curled, lavender-scented white hair. She wasn’t raised in a fancy environment, but she knew about many fine things in life, such as embroidery and humble recipes for healthy, tasty, and fragrant eating and feasting. As I was too young to explore beyond her living quarters, I never saw it with my own eyes, but I knew her sauerkraut jar lived in the cellar permanently. I recall the texture of the pickled and milky… Read