Our daughter Mandy lives in a perpetual whirlwind — and she loves it.
Mandy works at a cutting-edge marketing company called Mirrorball in Manahattan, promoting brands that want to be associated with the arts. This propels her through an endless series of museum openings, grand balls and late-night gatherings with everyone who is anyone in New York City’s glamorous arts scene.
There’s plenty of travel involved, too. She’s just back from Seattle, and off to San Francisco soon.
Amid all this, we still talk all the time but we rarely talk for long because she’s always on the run. She called recently as she was running into an unfamiliar grocery store in an unfamiliar town on the way to a weekend getaway with friends in the Catskills.
“I’m hunting for lamb,” she said. “I’m going to make shish kebab.”
Is that great? If anyone has an excuse to throw some burgers on the grill — or, better yet, to let someone else throw some burgers on the grill — it’s our perpetual-motion daughter. But it was Easter, and she was determined to maintain tradition and share it with friends.
We compared recipes notes, and even discussed the worst-case scenario: What if there’s no lamb? Luckily, her search was successful — and so was the kebab.
She even took the time to email us the evidence. The least we can do is brag about her.
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I just discovered this blog and I love it!!! Thanks for all the time and effort you put into it!
Thanks so much! Doug and I put our heart and soul into the preservation of our Armenian heritage.
Mandy looks fabulous. And so does the shish kebab!