Healthy Food . . . Fresh Ingredients . . . Easy Recipes . . . & Musings from France
Just things that irritate – some reasonable some for no reason as all.
Don't you hate it when you really, really try to do the right thing and someone won't let you? Early in my career I was told that 25% of humans are basically honest, 25% basically dishonest and the remaining 50% as honest as the system or culture forces them to be. I like to think … Continue reading…
Go directly to recipe It's traditional to have a Sauternes or other sweet wine with Foie Gras but it IS New Year's Eve and we don't often splurge on good champagne…I suppose we could have the champagne first…perhaps a glass will help me decide… Best get the cooking done. Anne, from AnneCuisine, has invited me … Continue reading…
"You might be able to buy better but you can't pay more!" This was the oft-used phrase of an old friend of mine. When I met him he was selling cars. He had also sold boats, air-conditioners, house siding, vacuum cleaners and anything else at all that could make him money. He had no bothersome … Continue reading…
I could live in the sanitized world of the imagination: where all animals are treated well and enjoy long, happy lives; all food is produced by chemical bonding in a sterile environment and all buildings have a forcefield to keep nature out. Yeah, I could live there (provided they had Foie Gras) but I don't. … Continue reading…
I've been thinking about language lately. That's what I do when I weed: I think too much. It started when I called the furnace guy. He wasn't in so I left a message. In French. As he doesn't speak English that seemed the logical choice. He was duly impressed and commented on my improvement, to … Continue reading…
There are two things a visitor here from the Midwest notices right off: It's just like home, cornfields, wheat fields, pastures, apple orchards; oh wait, there's a field of sunflowers, must be France; and, although everyone speaks a foreign language (French) fluently, very few people in the heart of the French countryside speak English. For … Continue reading…
When we moved to Ireland we lived in one of the tall, skinny, attached houses that so typify the British Isles. On the ground floor we had a living room, a small dining room and a Hobbit-size kitchen that was tucked under the stairs. On the two floors above were the bedrooms and bathroom. All … Continue reading…