Healthy Food . . . Fresh Ingredients . . . Easy Recipes . . . & Musings from France
We went to the ‘city’ yesterday. Bordeaux. It was for an annual doc appointment for mon mari (it was fine) and the shopping we save to do in the big stores. Our little provincial backwater, lovely though it is, is somewhat lacking in the choices offered by the mega-stores in Bordeaux…. You know, the kind … Continue reading…
I did it to myself once again. If I haven’t yet figured out how to eat without (occasionally) biting my own tongue or to remember to always get my fingers out of the way of slamming objects, it only stands to reason that I will likely never learn how to successfully manage my own time. … Continue reading…
Is cow’s milk (or sheep or goat or horse or yak) good for humans or bad for humans? Should adult humans consume milk products or avoid them like the plague? Simple questions that, as best I can tell, have no clear answer. Last week, at our French conversation class, one person began lecturing about how … Continue reading…
Did I ever tell you about the time I was chased out of a restaurant by a really pissed off Chinese chef brandishing his favorite, very large, very sharp, cleaver? I ran across this post when I was reorganizing the Recipe Index… Thought I'd share again…. The setting: I was installing a computerized ordering system … Continue reading…
Everything that happens, chez nous, seems to happen in installments. Nothing can ever be straightforward and simple. After my proud, and somewhat smug, announcement of getting our boiler / furnace working, it promptly stopped. I noticed right off that something was wrong. 90 seconds into my shower, roughly 30 seconds after getting my hair and … Continue reading…
When I was in the US I had contact with people who had just recovered from the flu (H1N1), who’s family members currently had the flu, who were ‘coming down’ with a cold and whose friends currently had colds. Needless to say, all of those situations made me distinctly uncomfortable. I don’t want to get … Continue reading…
For some reason, mon mari is less than enthusiastic about me playing with his toys using his tools than one could expect, given the circumstances. Someone has to mow the grass, after all. I certainly wouldn’t be concerned about him using anything in my kitchen! (After I hid my good crepe and omelet pans…. He … Continue reading…