Healthy Food . . . Fresh Ingredients . . . Easy Recipes . . . & Musings from France
Warning – strong opinion to follow. Read at your own risk. It’s good to know that discrimination is alive and well in the ‘good old USA’. Augusta National, home of the Masters golf tournament, doesn’t allow women to be members. Normally that little bit of information would be snugly under the rug and everyone would … Continue reading…
When I lived in the US I used to plant snow peas, or edible pea pods. Much as I love them, I haven’t bothered planting them here for two reasons: I limit my potager space and they would interfere with the sweet corn. I can buy mangetout; I can’t buy sweet corn. Americans call the … Continue reading…
There was a time when I was a two-rice cook: Arborio for risotto and Minute Rice for everything else. When we moved to Ireland I wandered into a bulk rice shop in the wonderful English Market in Cork. It was a revelation. I discovered Basmati, Jasmine, a variety of red and a few others. I … Continue reading…
I saw a most upsetting sight the other morning. After all the work I did last summer – reinforcing the chain link fence with chicken wire dug into the ground; adding a 12 inch high wooden fence around the entire front garden; filling in the holes in the ground; patching the holes in the fence…. … Continue reading…
I learned something this week. Not much, mind you, but something. When we lost Emma on Monday I was surprised at how incredibly painful it was. I felt as if someone was actually tearing my heart in half. I expected to feel sad, of course. Very, very sad. But I didn't expect pain. And, being … Continue reading…
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…
How does one know when it’s time? I’ve been a dog owner for all of my adult life, usually with two big dogs. I’ve heard myself state, with confidence, the accepted bit about how being a responsible pet owner includes being responsible for making the last days as easy as possible. But I’ve never had … Continue reading…