Manger Workshop- Playing Restauranteur

Day Three

(Please read the previous post- Manger Workshop- Remembering a Beginning to understand this one fully)

Photo credits: Oddur Thorisson (our fearless leader, and owner of ALL denim shown above)

The Summer abundance workshop seems to be quite a hit, I have learned that this one is and has been the quick fill out of all the workshops for Mimi & Oddur Thorisson.

Our ‘Playing Restauranteur’ workshop was special, a new workshop but not a new concept. If you have followed Mimi’s blog or maybe read her cookbooks cover to cover you may know that her family presented the town of Medoc with a “Pop- up” a few years ago. They opened the many rooms of their home and transformed it to the ultimate French Bistro experience. Suddenly we were in the big leagues.

Oddur and Mimi separated us into two groups halfway through the second day, Team Lunch vs. Team Dinner. We then brainstormed what we would be presenting, how we would be presenting it, and which lovely sequence of rooms would we covet as our ‘French Bistro’. I was Team lunch. So I will focus on the epic course of events we took to make sure our meal was special, after all we were nearing the end of our great Mimi expedition. It needed to be epic, St. Yzans Style.

The lunch went like this…

We wanted a uniform… but that’s tres dificil to coordinate when traveling as strangers. So we fashioned ourselves in Oddur Couture as I like to put it. Soon he flew down the stairs with 6 chambray denim shirts. We looked Magnifique. It sold our unity!

First we served oysters and Champagne in the garden to get the pallet moving

We had the most appropriate music setting the mood of our French Bistrot. I used the Manger Workshop Playlist you can find on Spotify (It has become a close friend and first thing I turn to when prepping my meals)

We then brought our guests into the Green Room, a room where we had not yet dined for the workshop.

Roberta and Myself, serving the fresh oytsters! By the end of the workshop I named her my Italian auntie

Roberta, a graduate of the International Butler Academy in Holland taught us how to serve, how to approach our guests, how to set the table. Serve left, clear right.  Under her tutelage we turned our French Bistro Lunch into an extraordinary experience with seasoned staff.

Garnishing the Gazpacho

Cool gazpacho took the helb as we sailed into the afternoon. Refreshing and lovely it truly took the summer solstice lunch to the next level, reminding us all just how much we missed tomatoes.

Next course was Asparagus a La Bismark… a favourite of Lady Bismark

Although we were under Oddur’s tutilage, Mimi was a little helpful

Soon to follow was our Quaile stuffed with Foi gras. Served atop the wild asparagus.

Country Quail stuffed with Foi Gras wrapped in bacon

Our desert was Crème Caramel, with the crunchy caramelized top we truly blew away our guests. Lastly we brought out Espresso with an extra piece of caramel candy to close the lunch.

Creme Caramel, Mimi’s granmother’s recipe
Not a piece was left

We wobbled out to our guests once the espresso had been served. Mimi devoted an entire section of her latest book to ‘staff meals’ and although our staff meal was a bit more extravagant than they typically are (i.e., we feasted just as much as our guests did… wine pairings and all, immediately after each course was served). We grew just as most groups would, closer together laughing at the silly mess ups and enjoying each moment for what it was. We all agreed we would absolutely do it again. This was the first ‘playing restaurateur’ workshop, and if they present another, I advise you take it! It means more cooking time with Mimi & Oddur, more jokes and games. More secrets disclosed of the home, more moments to learn from.

Shucking oysters for the first course, Champagnge & Oysters

Now this post has become quite long, as one usually does when chatting about St.Yzans Style and all things Mimi Thorisson. I came to Medoc as a fan and left with many friends. The Voyage to Mimi was well worth every minute of travel, every dollar saved, and every indulgence taken. Cheers Dear Reader, I hope you are inspired to bring a little Mimi into your life.

Xx

Manger Workshop- The Garden Party

Day 2

There isnt much else to say following the first post. One can go on and on about such lovely times but I feel strongly that less is more. Afterall, I want this amazing family to have more business, I cant give everything away, where would your mind then wander Dear Reader?

These photos capture much of the second day… A garden party & splitting up into teams for the final day in Medoc, our restauranteur challenge. Please read the other two posts regarding my time with the Thorissons & my reflections to get a good feel for the expierience. Now, feast your eyes!

My love, the one that got away.. or that Oddur just wouldnt let go!
Mimi gave us a taste of her new adventures in Torino, Italy … Homemade PASTA!
Agnolotti pasta, filled with ricotta mixed with hazelnuts. The black specks you see are a tint of coffee. C’est Magnifique
Making the Red Salad with my little helper, Lucien
Endives, Red onion, purple cabbage, pomegranite, and beet root. Buy yourself a mandolin my friends
We headed to the garden
Rose Champagne was had
The Garden was ravaged for an afternoon of sage fritters

I had the most lovely time. I truly wish everyone I love gets to expierience something of this excitement. Heart is so full!

Manger Workshop- Remembering A Beginning

Where to begin?

Ahh yes, I will try my best by remembering a beginning.

It’s beautiful arriving upon a moment that you have been looking forward to for so long. The experience feels slightly just slightly out of body. I have been awaiting this experience for a few years, reading every post, and every page that  Mimi has shared with the world of food. As each moment pulled me closer to the workshop, I plowed through obstacles, small ones, but obstacles nonetheless that challenge one whilst traveling alone (maybe they happen just as often while with someone, but having the crutch of a companion makes the obstacles seem smaller, more mundane). I think I might cover my thoughts on that topic once I get finished with this one.

I arrived at the Chateau le Ormes de Pres with a happy excitement, driving around the little village 100 times attempting to find the entrance. It’s amazing how well you know a place once you leave, laughing at the moments of complete ignorance that plagued the beginning of your trip.

That night I gave myself a tour of Saint Estephe. If I’m being honest, I was trying to find a place to eat, as well as keep myself busy until night fell. It stays light quite late in Europe. I was puzzled. The area looked abandoned. Moving from one village to the next I was perplexed to find NOTHING. No store of any type, modern conveniences aside. A few locals here and there (even more perplexing, was where did these few people eat! What did they do! How did they survive? Who were they?!) I found more tractors than people.

Fields and Fields of grapes
Seemingly abandoned villages
The Priests home, sitting right behind the Church, hands off people. I will be the one renovating this beauty!

Day one

My fellow workshop attendee, Roberta (and soon to be fast best friend) hopped in the Peugot and got moving, over the hills and around the bends to St. Yzans De Medoc, Mimi’s village. It looks a bit like the others; a church with an impressive steeple, small roads, and stone homes built closely, one abandoned chateau after another. But Mimi’s home is glorious. the smooth fox terriers greet you with anticipation, and you realize there is life to this village after all.

Walking into her home… through what looks like a side door, you land in the La Boucherie. Instead of the traditional boucherie (butcher room) where meat is the main attraction, this one houses heaps and heaps of vegetables. Mimi’s husband Oddur, mentioned on our last day that they surround themselves with an abundance of produce for two reasons, 1) we fuel ourselves with it, we do it for us first, our family and  2) it creates moments that represent our family, when a photographer or journalist pops by we are never scrambling, this is our life and this is what it always looks like (I’m paraphrasing obviously).

The first photo I took of the workshop, Oddur met us at the door, we stepped into a room that seemed like a movie set.

The many photos that represent their family & lifestyle through the years are the raw truth. This family is just as fantastic as your wildest dreams imagined it to be. Soon you walk into the “Big Harvest room,” then the “Green Dining Room” and then to where the heart beats – her kitchen.  Each room is adorned with copper pots; antique this and that, hardwood floors meet tile. Your eyes don’t stop moving, there are moments where you feel small and there are moments where you feel like you’ve left the century you came from. The home is bigger than you think, and I mean that in many ways, she holds history and that beauty exposes itself in every corner.

The room just before Her kitchen, housing the florets, wine glasses etc…
Before we knew it the Savoy cabbage became our dear friend
Chou Farci, from Mimi’s first book, apropriately our first meal in Medoc
These meringues became the most elegant desert

This world they live in is a fairytale. Oddur said it simply, they want to be together as much as possible, and live that way. So they do, and they do everything they can to hold on to this lifestyle.

I soon found myself falling a little in love with this life. The home being wedged between vineyards and abandoned chateaus begins to feel more charming than inconvenient.

So for those of you who are thinking about attending this workshop, I recommend you hop on the opportunity. Of course there is no end date in site but this beautiful family has to live! And I’m sure there will be less and less workshops as the years progress, their adventures are growing as I type. But for now…snatch it up while you can, the experience is that of a fairytale.

Some folks wrote to me asking if the trip was worth it. As I said, this trip exceeded my wildest dreams. The drive to Medoc, the adventure of traveling alone in Europe, renting a car and navigating the vineyards with little to no service was all worth it. However, the workshop itself was magic. Mimi says to make this home yours, relax and enjoy yourself over the next three days. Once you do just that, the workshop transports you, it pauses time. The simple techniques you glean from Mimi as she glides around the kitchen, you could not possibly put a price on. The quality of produce and drink make you amp up your standards for your own kitchen, brainstorming how you can replicate in your everyday usual before you even leave Medoc.

You don’t drink? No problem, there is no pressure to consume any alcohol, cooking with drink, now that’s a must! If you do love wine, Oddur will be sure to help keep your glass full with the most delectable bottles. Mimi herself prefers not to have a glass until the evening, so if you are at all worried I guarantee the pressure is off! The cooking alone is intoxicating and smiles never ever left my face. I go back to those three days often in the short time since I’ve left, truly a Red Letter triage of days.

stay tuned for the day 2 & 3 reflections!

Xx

Chateau Ormes de Pez



The Elms of Pez

A trip is planned for Bordeaux as you know… these sketches are me doing my very best to contain my exciteement. Thank you for baring with me!

June 2019. Plans are coming to together and solidifying as the next few months progress.  I’ll be flying into CDG and spending the first two nights of the 8 day trip soaking up the magic of Paris. It’s been just under two years since my last visit, I am due for another! Although Paris is incredible it is but the beginning of my voyage. I will be taking a train to Bordeaux where I rent a car (to say that I traveled by plane, train, and car). Who knows, maybe I can convince someone to lend me their boat!

I will barrel my way through Bordeaux to the commune of Saint Estephe in southwestern coast of France, which hugs the Gironde Estuary.  The Medoc region in France is known as the wine growing region (go figure-afterall we are in Bordeaux) It is also the region where Mimi Thorisson now resides and provided inspiration for her second book French Country Cooking. The French countryside indeed.


For those new here, I will be taking a much anticipated workshop with Mimi & her husband Oddur in June. Learning the ropes of her kitchen, and Oddur’s photography skills. Mimi sent a list of her housing recommendations and after reading up I made my decision. The deciding moment was when I came across an entry on Manger: “ Chateau Ormes de Pez… the place I’d love to stay if I did not live in Medoc. In fact I think I might like to stay there anyway” Mimi’s words, and advice I must not take for granted. So, it’s four nights at the Chateau Ormes de Pez, The Elms of Pez. Check out Mimi’s post for yourself!http://mimithorisson.com/2013/05/09/lintendant-his-slow-cooked-lamb-2/


Dating back to the 16th Century, the Chateau is now owned by the Cazes Family (will report back about who these people are and why their name is just so important in Bordeaux). The home was originally named “Domaine de Pez” the field or Domain of the town of Pez. During the French Revolution the name was changed to reflect the many Elm trees that garbed the 82 acre vineyard. An award winning vineyard in Bordeaux? How perfect. 50% of the grapes grown are Cabernet Sauvignon (the real reason behind my housing decision). The remaining acres are filled with 33% Merlot, 10% Cabernet Franc, and 2% Petit Verdot. The soil consists of gravel, clay, and sand just perfect for these earthy robust wines. I’m salivating.


The beautiful building sings romance, a sweet melody that runs through the vineyards, around the horse barn and through each of the five rooms. I wrote to the L’intendant Gilles de Marcellus about my stay and he suggested a car. Enter the first car rental this chick has ever signed for. Wish me luck! Or better yet, wish the people of Bordeaux luck…

Just Grow with it


My new mantra, Just growing with it has taken my full attention. The now go to answer when asked do I like the city? Wow, your job doesn’t sound like it has anything to do with sustainable agriculture… are you happy? Yes, Just growing with it Karen. Often, I flip back to freshman year Keeley, she had plans about everything. She would take one look at my current seat at the table and spit out her cheap wine. This is not where she intended me to be. Oh my my my am I happy about that. Turns out, just growing with it definitely has its perks.

Learning to let go of control has been quite an adventure. Coming up on my 2nd birthday in NYC… I am noticing a shift in my adulthood… let me explain. When traveling in the city, the size of your fire does not matter, you have no control. You are at the mercy of strangers. The train conductor, the uber or taxi driver, the gentleman crossing the street during your green light, a traffic jam. You know the deal, you don’t have a vote regarding what time you arrive. Historically I have been very punctual person (salute to my father). I have now leaned into losing control of my arrival times (other than my job ofcourse) instead of staying frustrated. My roommate and friend from college, Nora pointed this out to me when walking home yesterday.


Two years in this city have flown by, and I am just growing with it. A planner at heart, I am scheduling in these years as time to grow. Time to take chances, hop on opportunities, spend a lil, save a lil and grow with the path I am taking.

Friends for five strong years, Nora and I became roommates last December, right before the holidays. Ill be honest, we are very fortunate, and scored a great deal on a smashing apartment in Brooklyn. We had dreams to stay in Manhattan (she lived in Chelsea, I in Hell’s Kitchen) but the Brooklyn bells were ringing… Let me show you what I’m talking about:

My farm girl heart is oh so pleased with the luxury of a backyard. Now that things seem to be thawing out, plans are in the works for what to do with our gorgeous spot. A salsa garden for sure, all the herbs, and ofcourse flowers everywhere, but I am thinking of trying my hand at fun produce such as artichokes and figs. Leafy greens are a must, beans and peas to trellis up the fence. Taking all suggestions, leave an idea or comment below, something unique you have in your garden or are planning to implement.  After all, I am just growing with it. Cheers!


Fact: Goats are Great

Spring is here! Baby Goats, ducklings, and chicks are popping up in every corner of the farm. Though we don’t have any baby goats this year, our plans for Spring of 2020 will be filled with lovely little kids (the four legged ones!) hopping around Fieldway Farm. In the meantime I am absolutely getting my fill of kidding season while visiting my friends goat farm, and preparing our own micro dairy!


Below I drafted up a bit of a crash course in case you are adding some goats to your family this spring-  this crash course leaves out the basics like what feed to get & what supplements to give. Moreso, a couple pointers on what I forgot (or nearly forgot) when bringing home my wee ones.

Goats are fainting, goats are hopping around in pajamas, and goats are even doing yoga. These mighty little ruminants have captured our hearts.

Though she be but little, she is fierce.


They understand humans are a tool, they seek us to feel better, get food, and for comfortable living. They are smart they understand and they adjust. Which brings me to my first suggestion when getting your goats : Have. Proper. Fencing. They are mini Houdini’s in disguise, looking for and greedily taking every opportunity to escape. When you add the smallness of the nigerian dwarf goat – you are really in for a mischievous treat (in the best way!).

The wee ones tend to go where they please

Barnyard goats conjure up the image of a hairy smelly snaggletooth animal chewing on a can. While the bucks are quite smelly, and they do get into just about every grain bag you have (opened or unopened) they are much more endearing creatures than most depictions. Suggestion number two is very important, Keep all grain secure & locked away! ESPECIALLY other animal’s food. Some horse feed has too much copper and will result in belly aches & bloat for your poor goat. We had an unfortunate run in with an open feed room & Rose spent a few scary nights at the hospital two years ago.

Food is absolutely priority

Goats are herd animals, they play, and they love their family. They will absolutely need a companion. It’s best to get two. Starting out, I wanted to move slowly and add one to my farm. My thought was that this lucky goat would live happily with my 12 year old  (ancient) sheep. Baaaaa’d idea. Thankfully I brought home both sisters. So I mentioned goat’s play – they play hard. Head butting and chasing are common occurrences.

Its best to get two.. or three

Sheep, although seemingly similar are absolutely not the same as goats. It’s helpful to think of sheep as the quiet children that prefer quiet activities like reading and puzzles as opposed to their ruff housing neighbor the goat.  Goats are most happy when climbing and getting into trouble. I cant stress enough how much they need props. So something to climb on is important to keep them occupied & out of trouble. Happy (occupied) goat = happy garden


Honestly a children’s jungle gym would be useful for occupying your new friend. If you threw out your childhood tree house I would recommend bring some fun objects into their pen. Pallets, water troughs (upturned), old furniture, logs etc. etc. be creative!

So to recap:

1)Have a good fence system
2)Keep all grain secure and locked (out of reach!)
3)They should come in two
4)Goats are active; get them toys to play on!

I hope this helps you dive into your goat experience a little bit more prepared. These little darlings at the very least will keep you entertained.

If you are at all interested, every one of these kids are for sale, feel free to reach out for details (5 doelings and 6 bucks which will be weathered before they leave)

Cook Space Brooklyn

Tucked away on the second floor of an old building in Prospect heights is a former widget workhouse. I wasn’t sure what to expect. Moving to New York City has led me on a wild goose chase in search of a community or space to meet like-minded individuals who love food, support local business, and are growing themselves. Whether that be their own blog, new career path, or just new cooking skills.

Michelle Mannix was on Cherry Bomb radio a couple weeks ago. Episode 195 “It Ain’t Easy Being a Small Business Owner” grabbed every bit of my attention as I was marching to work about two thursdays ago. https://radiocherrybombe.simplecast.fm/03ed888c During the episode Michelle opened up about her first two businesses, her culinary expieriences, and why she opened up a culinary studio. She’s tackling something completely different, but oddly similar with this venture. Cook Space Brooklyn is an experience https://www.cookspacebrooklyn.com

Somehow Cook Space captures the happiness of walking into your regular cafe to grab the necessary scones & coffee. It’s familiar and cozy while at the same time exuding elegance to impress any and all guests you wish to entertain. This was the right space, and instantly I started growing. You know, that feeling when you are so incredibly sure of each step you make. And somehow a glow is radiating around you, you’re smiling, and it’s because you’re in a happy place. Its temporary, of course. You all too soon are transported back to the cold streets of Brooklyn running after your Uber that stopped a few blocks too far away.

An aspiring small business owner myself, I wanted to absorb every word Michelle spoke. I am/ was that person frantically writing notes & quotes of this special woman’s insights. She knows this city, she definitely knows food, and most importantly she knows people. Michelle understands closing doors and opening new ones, and trusting the process of growth. Just what my Monday night needed. Tuesday I launched Pitchfork and Pearls. thank you Michelle.


Completely renovated and redesigned Michelle and her team have breathed life back into the room. Upon walking in you are treated to a wall of cooking utensils, copper pans and Dutch ovens adorning the original widget board, the only object remaining from the former workshop. Cookbooks organized by color fill the bookshelves.


As you move deeper into the room, there is a cabinet without doors keeping all the flours, spices, grains, open to view. Each ingredient just waiting to be plucked for the recipe that lies ahead of you.


The studio is spotless, stainless steel with the coziest of accents that separate this working kitchen from a conventional space.


What used to be the building’s elevator shaft is now the ‘dining room’ where students sit down to enjoy their culinary creations. It’s beautiful, cozy, and absolutely what I have been looking for.


Space to cook is coveted real estate especially in this city. Finding an outlet for kitchen creativity is equally desired. No strings attached, Cookspace has a mission to get people more comfortable in the kitchen. Unpretentious and completely dedicated to creating a comfortable environment for learning and growing cooking skills. Termed culinary studio on purpose, Michelle wanted to inspire people to make cooking a practice, just like yoga or working out. I advise you make one of these workshops apart of any and all NYC visit itineraries.

I grabbed a ticket to Michelle’s Seize your Day planning workshops for last Monday, March 4th. She mentioned something about this workbook during the podcast and I figured it would be a great excuse to try the place out.The class came with her new 12 week planner (you can buy on Cookspace Brooklyn website). Though I won’t share too much just yet, I am feeling myself apply deeper intention to the day, getting more out of each coveted 24 hours. Will report back at the 6 week mark.

Voyage to Medoc, Voyage to Mimi!

My rendition of Mimi’s Chateau…anticipating this trip (queue the 8 year old on Christmas morning squeal)

Mimi Thorrisson Manger Workshop- How I am making this work

Taking the voyage to Medoc, France is a dream. An expensive dream. Pitchfork and Pearls started with my own version of a vision board. Not necessarily cutting and pasting images from magazines (haven’t gotten there yet) but writing down goals that would propel me forward in this journey. Mimi was not on the top of the list. And I say this to bring reality to the conversation, I chose simple little goals that would be attainable in a few week, maybe a couple months, non threatening and totally in my comfort zone. I had just bought the new IPad Pro- which to me was a BIG splurge- and was feeling drained financially. As the list of goals got longer the visions got bigger, because 1) why not- no harm in day dreaming 2) its was FUN! Stretching my mind to open to the endless possibilities was invigorating. Physically writing them down was propelling them forward. That list is important and I will absolutely share with you. See how the goals JUMPED.

Apologies for my handwriting

Hmph, I should briefly introduce Mimi Thorrisson before I go on. Mimi, her husband Oddur, 8 children, 14 Fox Terriers, and one Italian Pointer Monte Critso reside in Medoc, France. The Bordeux region, you may have heard of it once?or twice, probably in a wine store. Author & food blogger Mimi shares her excuisite life in France. Inspiring and dropping jaws in seasonal cooking, her travels, her entertaining techniques, and her incredible workshops. Find her on Manger, her food blog, or pick up her book A French County Kitchen. Miss Mimi also has quite the tantalizing instagram account…and if that is not enough many many posts reside on Pinterest gifting you windows of the fascinating life she leads. Ahh yes back to goals.

After writing Mimi’s name down on my vision list I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Visiting France in the summer like so many other lucky glamorous folks, taking so much more from this event, more than a simple vacation. I daydreamed about using this material to create connections, grow strangers into friendships, and picking up more and more inspiration along the way. Addicted. So I emailed Mimi thinking 2020 would be the year of Medoc & Me, & her 14 terriers, maybe I would even go home with a pup.. (heh okay keep your goals in check miss) Email sent, 7 hours later I get a reply from Mimi herself. Yes most of the workshops were full, there was a seat open in a new workshop that might be right up my alley (I told her my goals & my very unique (ha) interest in farm to table food because 1) why not give her the low-down, she knows her workshops best 2) She may not even respond, the least this email can do is get my goals in writing again).

Whoops- guess 2020 goals might just have to happen sooner than expected. Putting these bad boys in writing… was dangerous. So I replied with, let me make sure this can work financially and I will get back to you very soon. I knew if this was going to happen it needed to be smart decision. No room for buyers remorse.

Can I afford it? It would be tight. Is this bettering me & my business, my future livelihood. I 100% believed that it would and so the answer was Hi Mimi- I’m in. Because plans began in January I had time to pay in increments. ½ of the workshop fee now to reserve my spot. Flights & lodging would have to be done in a couple paychecks. And I was going to make it work.

As February comes to a close I am feeling tempted to splurge on warm weather dresses and Brigitte Bardot outfits for the Bordeaux region. I am reminding myself that those aren’t in my goals, my vision list. I will look the part just perfectly when wearing the clothes I have now. I mention this because a shopaholic at heart this might urge a reader to keep their goals in check, writing down ideas and visions that propel you forward, clothing is definitely not optional in this world, but it certainly will not take you to the places you want/ need to go (not for me anyway). Style will develop, transform and leave you like a one night stand. I am toning it down to only investing in staple items when need be. Grow the vision but be sure to not focus on what one is wearing (my personal weakness ladies & gents!)

So this is just the beginning to my next chapter & I am oh so grateful for it. I feel beautiful trips like these need to be broken down into real terms. I do not have deep funds to pull from & make these trips happen. Instead it is a very real budgeting system. Stripping down my ego, spending less. Cleaning out my brain of the luxuries crowding our vision daily (belive me- nyc can be crippling at times) and getting down to the basics. Simple meals can be just as exquisite, just stretching a dollar. Breakfast, stewed apples and plain yogurt, (ah my favorite!) what’s for lunch? Sweet potato brought from home. Keeping the grocery bills lower, the material goods at 0 spending and growing my brain. If this is on your radar, you’re going to make it happen! But there will be sacrifices. Sacrifices that grow you.

I brought this up to my mom when I guiltily explained my next adventure (guilty because I wish she could come with me! She absolutely is my best friend!) and she reminded me of growing up in Vermont, though beautiful it is an expensive place to live. Mum and her friends would do “no spend months” where groceries, gas, and of course monthly payments are the only items you are spending money on. No special dinners out for no reason, no splurges at the mall, and certainly no online shopping. Home, work, grocery store, home, it may seem drab at first but you soon will fine ways to brighten your simple world up. She said she was always so impressed with how much savings there were that she would challenge herself to an extra month of savings. So that’s what I’m doing!

Thanks mom, you truly are always right.