Healthy Food . . . Fresh Ingredients . . . Easy Recipes . . . & Musings from France
As long as I an in the US, visiting family and having a wee holiday, I thought I would entertain you by reprinting: The Saga of the Titre de Sejour, French Paperwork in 4-parts Part II April 5, 2006 We submit our visa application to the French Consulate in Andorra (the last place we lived). … Continue reading…
I often call for Prosciutto in my recipes; not a lot, just a bit to add flavor. It’s the case of a little going a long way. But, I never, or rarely, use actual Prosciutto. I use Bayonne or Vendéen or Serrano, or any number of other dry-cured hams that are available here. In my … Continue reading…
It’s been a busy week, chez nous. Actually, they’re all busy, but this one had photo-graphical accomplishments. I bet you forgot about my kitchen, still missing the majority of the cabinet doors. More doors were added this week. And, finally, my oven is ‘built in’ rather than hanging around all exposed. Tile is being laid … Continue reading…
We have guests and are busy being tourists this week…. Something we haven’t done since moving here. Where are the guests sleeping you ask? In a tent, of course…. The update: The ceiling was finished this week. And I spent Sunday moving both of our ‘offices’ from one end of the hall to the other … Continue reading…
What with mon mari lazing around the hospital again last week, not a lot of visible progress was made. On the other hand, he had a lot of time to think – and, apparently, he thought about all the little things that have been neglected since his diagnosis. He must have been inspired by something, … Continue reading…
“007 outed in Facebook!” A question: Must one have intelligence to be in intelligence? Answer: Apparently not! The wife of the new chief of MI6 – that’s Britain’s Secret Intelligence Service, just blew his cover on Facebook… Posting photos of their house, London flat, children, family, friends, diplomatic connections…. And the family has been posting … Continue reading…
Carrot Celery Soup You're watching the telly… or a movie…. You, the viewer, know that the brutal, rapist/serial killer is sitting on the living room sofa holding a long, razor-sharp knife… Waiting patiently. It's late; a dark, moonless night. The woman comes home, unlocks the door and walks into her house. She puts her keys … Continue reading…