Allioli; Aioli…What’s in a name? An egg yolk!

Go directly to recipe One of the guys I played golf with in Andorra was Spanish.  Yeah, I played with the guys.  What can I say, I've always been one of the guys.  I'm just not a girlie-girl, although I can tie a scarf with the best of them (I am French, after all…see previous … Continue reading…

Basil, Pasta and Snail Flying

We have a friend in Andorra who has a garden on his balcony.  Not just a few pots but an actual garden.  He hauls dirt in.  He has grown a few stalks of sweet corn, grapes, berries, cucumbers, lots of tomatoes and basil.  I was never particularly comfortable about going out on his balcony to … Continue reading…

Come, walk with me….

Shortly after moving to Andorra I learned the  difference between a walk and a proper walk.  A walk is something one does after lunch, enjoying the scenery.  On a proper walk lunch is at the summit with expansive views of the world. A walk does not require sticks and special shoes; for a proper walk … Continue reading…

Shop ’till you Drop…or Faint from Boredom

Shopping! The great American past-time/sport/addiction/hobby! I indulged last weekend.  We went to Andorra.  That's what people do in Andorra: they shop.  They also ski in winter (not this one, though, no snow) and hike in the summer; but, primarily, people shop.  Bus loads of them.  At Christmas they buy sugar, coffee and chocolate by the … Continue reading…

Mediteranean Herbs: Wild in the Mountains

It's time for Weekend Herb Blogging!  This week is being hosted by  Ulrike from Kuchenlatein.  As long as I have been cooking I have had an herb garden, sometimes in pots, sometimes in the ground.  I always thought of herbs as something one grew or purchased.  At least I thought that until we moved to Andorra.  … Continue reading…

Andorran Memories

The Fiesta of San Fermin starts today – the running of the bulls in Pamplona.  It brings to mind 2 old friends from Andorra; one recently deceased and the other, I'm certain, running with the bulls this morning.  I met them both at Ramon's, the little 'yellow with lavender trim' bar/cafe you see above where, … Continue reading…

Check vs Bank Cards, Life is Different…

Life is different here.  Sometimes it differs in glaring ways: language, eating habits, food, and sometimes in subtle ways, such as check writing.  When we first moved to Ireland we did all the normal things of any move: notified the post office, changed our address, opened a bank account and ordered new checks.  Expecting to … Continue reading…