I'm so excited.
My internet connection has worked two, count 'em, TWO, days in a row.
It's a record!
In honor of this stupendous occasion, here are the weekly house photos….
Slim progress this week: still peeing in the bushes; still walking like a drunken sailor across the floors; but there is hope.
First, though, my office is expanding. I spend a whopping 3 hours a day in here, hoping to be online.
I had to find the printer so I could start making the mountain of copies for all our paperwork submissions…
Then I went in search of paper:
I think I'll just buy some….
I might have mentioned that the floor is not perfectly level:
The metal 'level' is on 'flat floor', as it were, on this end and resting on the new braces on the far end.
And, yes, it is level. That's the dip.
It also dips in the middle, so it's not an even unevenness….
Meaning mon mari has to measure and make the shims every 8 inches or so.
But, the good news is, though we no longer have a bread truck, we have a great bakery.
This is how we get our daily bread – actually, every other day.
Now, what would go really well with some crusty bread (I'm starting to hate that over-used phrase) on a cold night…..
I know this doesn't look like most people's idea of Split Pea Soup, but this is how I like it.
(It's been one of those days, don't cross me…)
I should add, this is extremely easy to make. I really want to expand the instructions so you'll be duly impressed with my competence.
Split Pea Soup makes 4 servings
1 1/4 cup split peas (8oz, 250gr)
6 cups water
2 thick slices Prosciutto, (6oz, 200gr) for most intense flavor or ham bone
1 large onion
2 medium potatoes (8 – 9oz, 275gr)
3 ribs celery
Cut the ham into chunks. Cook the peas and ham in water for 45 minutes. Chop the onion, slice the carrots, celery and potatoes. Add the vegetables to the soup and cook 45 minutes longer.
I actually use the local, dry-cured ham rather than Prosciutto. One can't really get a ham bone here.
Note to all of my fellow French bloggers who do NOT live in the Vendee:
Have you been laughing at me all these years?
Snickering when I complain about not having access to Asian foods?
Chortling when I bemoan the lack of fresh vegetables during some months?
Huh? Have you?
Shame, shame, shame.
Here, in the cosmopolitan Lot et Garonne, I see lettuce in November, rows upon rows of exotic ingredients and fruits and vegetables that I haven't seen since I left Andorra.
Yesterday I saw green asparagus…. GREEN! I never saw green asparagus in the Vendee in the spring let alone in winter. I never even saw the white out of season. EVER!
You've been holding back on me.
Well, your dirty little secret is out.
And you call yourself country-folk.
I bet you even have a toilet right inside your house.
Note to ALL bloggers: Remember last year's Season's Eatings? the secret food gift exchange between food bloggers?
Want to do it again?
Details tomorrow… Or the next day I'm on line.