Healthy Food . . . Fresh Ingredients . . . Easy Recipes . . . & Musings from France
The only good thing about a bad week is it’s fodder for blog posts…. First, the update. There won’t be one. Mon mari was lounging around in the hospital last week, nothing serious, he was only in 4 days…. The French equivalent of an office visit… Enough about him, he can do his own blog. … Continue reading…
The weather has been lovely, warm and sunny (although we are desperate for rain) and has been busy painting and repairing. One of the more challenging projects was to extend the shutters on the door opening onto Juliette’s Balcony. There had originally been a door there; the former owners replaced it with a window and … Continue reading…
Every Sunday I haul myself up the treacherous barn stairs to do the weekly photos – and check-up on mon mari’s work. To give him credit, he knows when I’ll be coming and tries to have something nice for me to post. Also, to give him credit, in deference to my extreme dislike of such … Continue reading…
I made an ‘almost’ proper cassoulet last week. I say almost because I made it in one day rather than the traditional two or three… But, let’s be honest…. I have a lot of will-power but not enough to have the scent of a bubbling cassoulet wafting through the house for 8 hours and then … Continue reading…
The thing about gardens is….. You plant….. And wait. You water….. And wait. You hoe, weed, check for disease, check for bugs…. And wait. And than, overnight, everything is ready…. All at once. Even when you carefully stagger plantings, as I try to do, Mother Nature manages to manipulate the weather so that one day … Continue reading…
My mother had zero tolerance for picky eaters. Hers was a simple philosophy: She made it; we ate it. Food was not wasted. I’m sure it stems from the Depression, but we didn’t waste. (Funny, how so many people are learning that again….) There were no alternative meals offered; no peanut butter sandwiches for the … Continue reading…
Sausage and Artichoke Quiche Until I was in my twenties I thought all men could build houses. My father built our house; my older brother built houses for a time. This was just something men did. It was a natural ability. Along with building houses, they could build simple furniture and do general household repairs. … Continue reading…