Healthy Food . . . Fresh Ingredients . . . Easy Recipes . . . & Musings from France
This weekend I cleaned the house, found the Christmas decorations, decorated the house, and baked Christmas breads (cranberry and pumpkin). After all that I needed comfort food. I could call this Three Cheese Lasagne but Turkey and Leek sounds so much healthier, doesn’t it? Turkey and Leek Lasagne Total time: 45 minutes Ingredients: 8oz (250gr) … Continue reading…
The furniture was moved up, put into place, cleaned off and then the fun began. I think it’s finally organized. Well, this bit anyway. We still have 3 more rooms (bedroom, office, dining room) to do but it’s nice to have something finished. I put two chairs by the bookshelves. Bookshelves need chairs. The antique … Continue reading…
It’s been a busy few days, chez nous. Puppies first: The puppies First Human (their breeder) arrived yesterday for a short visit – to the puppies. Naturally the little darlin’s wanted to appear at their best. It would have been easier if they hadn’t gone walkabout on Sunday through the muddy farm fields. They were … Continue reading…
Like the dreaded green garden monsters lurking under the giant leaves (zucchini), tomatoes can go from “Are they ever going to be ripe enough to eat?” to “What am I going to do with them all!” in what seems to be, a matter of seconds. This was my haul the other day. And it doesn’t … Continue reading…
Mon mari wanted me to tell you that he had to cut, rout, sand, glue and nail over 250 pieces of wood to make the drawers and doors for this cabinet. I think he intended that statement to excuse the fact that it isn’t done. It’s almost done…. The doors need to be hung and … Continue reading…
I’ve got news for you, Mr. Nice-Guy Know-It-All from the garden store: IT DIDN’T WORK! Forgive me for shouting, but I have now spent yet another 25 Euros for a fool-proof method of keeping the bunnies out of my garden. It kept the fools out….. But not the rabbits. The first thing I tried was … Continue reading…
We decided to move to Andorra while we were living in Ireland. So, naturally, we immediately started Spanish language lessons. Our teacher was a young woman from Valencia (pronounced ba-LEN-thia) who had followed her Irish boyfriend home from a holiday. The thing that amazed her most about Ireland was that there were no fruit bowls … Continue reading…