Healthy Food . . . Fresh Ingredients . . . Easy Recipes . . . & Musings from France
We bought sausage at the DIY store. It makes perfect sense when you think about – Showers and Chorizo; Toilets and Pepper Saucisson; Bathtubs and Garlic Sausage. Okay, it makes no sense at all, but there the guy was, just after the checkout lane, selling sausages And he was actually selling them, not just having … Continue reading…
The cooktop…. The saga continues. I was nice. Much as I enjoy ranting and raving, most people seem to prefer not to be on the receiving end of said rants and raves. So, I was nice. I handed over all of the prior paperwork, apologized for my poor language skills, and said that I would … Continue reading…
I don’t do chain emails. If you send me something that I am supposed to send on to my 2 or 20 or 200 closest friends / favorite people / important personages / and back to you to prove that I did it….. I don’t send it on. It doesn’t matter if it’s a prayer … Continue reading…
Pasta with Lamb and White Beans Do you read cook books? Do you have a stack next to the bed for when you wake up a bit peckish in the night? Do you collect them? Old ones; new ones; by course; by food group; by food type…. Do you do research, then take the best … Continue reading…
How do you say: ‘between the whatchamacallit and the thingamajig; next to the doohickey’ in French? Anybody? I keep telling mon mari that if I don’t know what I’m talking about in English, chances are good that I won’t be able to explain it in French. But, to the amusement (I hope) of the locals, … Continue reading…
Warning; Warning; The usual attempt at a humorous anecdote has been replaced by a philosophical reflection. The world will correct itself by morning. Good recipe at the end, though…. David Duchovny is in rehab for sex addiction. Sex addiction; gambling addiction; alcohol addiction; drug addiction…. Over-eating; under-exercising; excessive risk-taking; pursuit of pleasure at any cost…. … Continue reading…
Salad with Avocado and Feta Snakes do not taste like chicken. At least, ours don’t. I’ve lived in this house for more than 4 years, and, though mon mari has always told me there were snakes, big ones, more than a meter long, I never saw them. That error in my education has now been … Continue reading…