Asparagus Omelet; Weeds, Wandering French Guys…

Asparagus Omelet  A small, empty, flatbed truck pulled up to our house Thursday morning.  A man and his young son got out and proceeded to rattle on in rapid French.  (Is there any other kind?) At first I thought, because of the empty truck, he was looking to collect scraps, of either wood or metal.  … Continue reading…

Spring Greens Salad with Ham and Asparagus; the Lawn

 Remember this from last week? Now it looks like this: Propre, as the French would say… Well, close anyway. It needs to be raked again. But, this weekend: He cut and chopped; I raked. He did a first cut with the strimmer (weed whip); I raked. He mowed, shorter cut; I raked. He mowed again, … Continue reading…

Asparagus, Avocado and Tomato Salad; the Barcelona Beggar

We were walking down Las Ramblas in Barcelona, a few years ago, enjoying the beautiful spring evening. A woman stopped us… An American. She told us that someone had stolen her bags and her purse, leaving her with no money and no place to stay. She rather looked like an old hippie (takes one to … Continue reading…

Asparagus, Tuna and Caper Risotto; the importance of being needed

Asparagus, Tuna and Caper Risotto Mon mari gets out Friday. Twenty three days of lazing around a hospital, feeling good, having his toe tended, his feet rubbed and his every wish catered to by a bevy of young, mostly female, mostly attractive, French doctors  and nurses, is far too long. It has apparently turned his … Continue reading…

Asparagus with Green Garlic; Spanish lunch

The green garlic is here. There are many signs of spring; many joys of spring. Of them all, green garlic is the very best! And I’m very happy. A few years ago we took a day trip from Andorra into the Somontano wine region of Spain.  We stopped at Enate and Vinas del Vero to … Continue reading…