Healthy Food . . . Fresh Ingredients . . . Easy Recipes . . . & Musings from France
When we first moved to Ireland, I remember there being a bit of a flap in England about joining the European Union and having to export their prized hunting stallions to France to be eaten. I don’t remember the particulars but do remember wondering if an Arabian was better than a Palomino. After moving to … Continue reading…
I confess: I have an irrational fear of spiders. If one gets near me, I feel a rush of panic and jump away. If one gets on me, I scream. These are all involuntary reactions. Logic tells me that spiders won’t harm me (for the most part – there is the Black Widow, Brown Recluse, … Continue reading…
I finished pruning the vines yesterday, finally. It's funny how we get lots of people willing to come and help pick the grapes, spending warm, sunny autumn days in the vineyard followed by good food, good wine and good company, but no one ever is begging to come help prune. Could it be there is … Continue reading…
Europeans take their coffee sweet, or at least the Mediterranean countries do. The typical coffee is a very strong brew served in a very tiny cup with 2 or 3 or even 4 large packets of sugar (and sometimes a dark, bitter chocolate that is meant to be melted in the coffee, not eaten as … Continue reading…
Shortly after we moved to Ireland I saw a poster on potatoes – you know the type, showing all of the different kinds of potatoes and their names. One commonly sees the equivalent poster with peppers or tomatoes but this was Ireland. I have always regretted not buying it but at the time I didn't … Continue reading…
Our house in Ireland was a typical terrace or row house: two rooms deep by three floors high. It was old. The walls were two feet thick and it had recently been remodeled to add a kitchen and bathroom (I didn't ask). We were right across the water from Cobh harbor (pronounced 'cove') where over … Continue reading…
I am a dog lover, always have been. However, after 25 years of various animals I was thoroughly enjoying a 'pet-free' life in Andorra. The neighbor's dogs were available if I felt the urge to pet something but if my husband suggested a few days in Barcelona we were off with no worries. Freedom! It … Continue reading…
