Mz. Witherspoon's Cottage ...: Frida and me...

Good Monday morning, I had started this post yesterday but ended up going out to the dollar store: Sunday: no church today because I'am still sick.. They had a special day today across the bay and I really wanted to go. I missed the first one because my panic wouldn't let me go.. The second time I was broke at the moment and couldn't buy food for the day. And now sick Yukie... So I thought since it was sunny some fresh air might help me... So off I went

Anyways I thought I share a little Of Frida with you all...

This is her book " Fridas Fiestas, recipes and reminisences Of Life with Frida Kahlo"

My daughter took it out of the library for me and I have also taken it out several times on my own...

I love the book very much..

Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo y Calderon, as her name appears on her birth certificate was born on July 6, 1907 in the house of her parents, known as La Casa Azul (The Blue House), in Coyoacan. At the time, this was a small town on the outskirts of Mexico City.

http://www.frida-kahlo-foundation.org/biography.html Here you can read more on here bio.

She was an artist who did many self potraits... Which I also like... I learned of Frda when I was much younger but nothing really about her life, till much later in my life... This book is about many of the foods she and her husband enjoyed and what she shared with friends and family. Her husbands daughter, Guadalupe Rivera helped write this book as they said to bring the legend of Frida to life... Frida loved to celebrate, the book is about 12 fiestas... It shares many menus and recipes that she made...

Day Of The Dead, was one of the days that she celebrated, this day is very important to the Mexican culture...

This photo is of Chiles en Nogada, chiles is Walnut sauce, i have always wanted to make these but haven't yet. My children are half latin and most of my life I have cooked much Latin foods... I have prepared chiles before but differently...

Frida and her husband Diego...

Lovely Tamales...

Limes with coconut sounds refreshing and lovely... I want to make these as well... I love coconut...

The book is full of color and recipes, and is so vintage... I'am not sure anyone will treasure as I do but I'm sharing it just the same... She was a very open woman she didn't have a lot of morals in my opinion, but she lived life by the traditions that she grew up with and to the fullest.. she also lived with much pain as well from her accident when she was young... I wonder if she would had been different if it was not for the accident??? Who knows.. But Frida loved food, and vibrant color and was a loving person which is the part that inspired me... She was half German from her father's side, which I did not know before... Her father was German and came to Mexico and married her mother...

( My Doily Rojo... )

She is the inspiration for my doily in the makings and the blanket as well... I will name the blanket Frida and the doily My doily Rojo, which means my Red doily...

( The Frida blanket... )

The blanket is ready to be stitched together and the parts of the doily are still being made...

Seems that she just grabbed onto her life and lived in a good sense even though it was rocky all the time... I do not like her frugalness with some of her bad habbits, but for the most part I'am fasinated with her life and ways..

I loved the way she dressed ... She always adored herself with jewlery her hair done in ribbons and braids and pretty clothes... They said it was to take away from the eye from her body and legs being messed up from the accident...

I love this pretty flowered candle stick holder and on top of the shelve the lovely Blue and White plate she had and tea cups and saucers...

Look at these lovely vintage green mugs... I think they are pretty...

This was her kitchen counter in the casa Azul. The Blue house... She had such vibrant color in her house...

Lovely bright Yellow cabinets filled with things she loved to use...

This is Fridas art studio, that her husband Deigo added on to the Casa Azul for her... I think it's divine... I love all the windows..

Beautiful pottery, A soup tureen from the Puebla, filled with Squash blossom soup...

( Chicken consomme )

( Sopa Seca De Fideo ) this recipe I'am going to make...

Eggnog homemade served in a fancy decanter...

Detail of one of Frida's Tehuana costumes...

The patio at the Casa Azul, the Blue house...

From the day of her wedding on she dressed in either Oaxaca style ot antiquated fashion of the Mexican capital both to please her husband and to reflect her personal preference... The Oaxaca style, as wore by the women of Tehuantepec, is heavy with embroidery, ribbons, and floral motifs... But when Frida dressed formally sheathed in silk and lace, she was transformed into a lady of the court during presidency of Porfrio Diaz. In her everyday cotton percale with embroidered hems, Frida became the very image of the muse described by the poet Ramom Lopez Velarde, who wrote about provincial girls "with blouses buttoned to their ears, and skirts to their ankles" ...

Frida Kahlo

July 6, 1907 ................................ July 13,1954

I have read most of thi book, but yet have tried any of the recipes... But soon it will be a must...

Since Mama's death we have gotten together as a family and last night my grand child asked me will we do this every year... I replied yes I believe so... So the celebration of death will be turned into the celebration of life, the presious gift that our heaven Father has given us... I want it to become of an importance for my children and their children... To mix the lost of a important life as we knew her to be our back bone in our family, though their were things that we disliked about her ways... To the celebration of a new life without her, to become a family with traditions of our own that we never had... To bring our ever so mixed culture to a standpoint, to identify who we are... To pull out from the many cultures that we have with in us... I guess in one I relate to Frida because even though so much went on she had her traditions that came from behind her, from her mother... My mother had none nor did my grandmother basically... My grandmother came from a strong Russian back ground but as she left i believe she left most of it behind... My mother as well she grew up in the house with my great grand parents who came from Russia as imigrants... Also left it all behind I heard stoies of this and thats but wasnt't given any culture... So this is where I think its time to develop things.. A new beginning...