Healthy Food . . . Fresh Ingredients . . . Easy Recipes . . . & Musings from France
Once again I am without part of my kitchen. I am not pleased. It would appear that I have seriously offended the kitchen gods. First the fan on my oven burst into flames. We replaced it. Then it started smoking. We hauled the thing back to the store where we bought it. They kept it … Continue reading…
Years ago, before we lived here, we were in London, window-shopping with another couple. The wife spotted a figurine she wanted to add to her collection. They discussed it a bit, as it was rather expensive, then decided to buy it. She asked if the husband had a check. He did. He opened his wallet … Continue reading…
The French may carry the whole idea of language purity a bit too far at times but at least they don't deliberately torture it. The language police in France have, over the years, banned English words: Walkman, software, email, and countless others. It doesn't work. Well it works officially. Unofficially everyone says 'Bon Weekend' on … Continue reading…
Serendipity! Today, after dropping mon mari off at the hospital for his check-up (they DO like to do a thorough job) I got 2 letters in the post. The first, from our top-up carrier (for those who don’t know, the French medical system does not provide 100% coverage. There are deductibles and co-pays. One buys … Continue reading…
It’s official! We live here. Apparently, once the medical system of the Lot et Garonne decided to acknowledge our existence, it became fashionable for everyone else to acknowledge our existence. This past week we have been inundated with adverts for fidelity cards, newspapers, cars, home repairs, gardening, everything a new owner of an old house … Continue reading…
First: The fields of ‘tournesol’ or sunflowers. The field in the background is all in bloom. The field bordering our property is just starting… There is one, lonely, sunflower blooming. But, isn’t it going to be spectacular when all the rest catch up? On to the kitchen. Cabinet doors require a lot of gluing and … Continue reading…
What goes up must come down – or so the proverb would have us believe. But not always easily. My brother and a friend, both recently and separately (different continents) have started walking in the mountains. That thought brings back wonderful memories of all of the Mondays, for 7 years, that I spent walking the … Continue reading…