These days I cringe whenever merchants start spamming people with special offers for Mothers’ Day.
My mom died two years ago, shortly after Mothers’ Day. My grieving continues, triggered by memories or family storytelling. It’s heightened around Mothers’ Day, although it’s now more muted and bittersweet than before.
Somehow the crassness of the overly commercial approach to Mothers’ Day makes the run up to Mothers’ Day weekend all the more painful…
It would be so lovely to have a mom to whom I could send something special for this holiday, especially if it were homemade. But my mom, like most of my friends’ mothers, has gone on to the next chapter in her journey…
Thinking about Mothers’ Days past, I find myself digging through the digital memorabilia on my computer, looking for scanned images or copies of things I created and sent to my parents, such as this old handwritten letter from college days.
Or my translation of a to-die-for chocolate mousse recipe from Madame Florin, who owned the apartment where I lived as a student in Paris. Mme. Florin cared for nine children in that apartment (two of whom she adopted after her sister was killed in an accident) — plus two American student lodgers.
So in honor of my mother, who loved cooking for family and friends, here’s a really special chocolate mousse recipe — for people who aren’t afraid to indulge in rich chocolate and butter.
[Note: English translation follows the original French version of the recipe.]