Healthy Food . . . Fresh Ingredients . . . Easy Recipes . . . & Musings from France
Fresh fava beans and risotto. Another classic Italian dish for spring. It would normally be served as a first course (as are all pasta and rice dishes in Italy) but I like it as creamy side dish. The season for fava beans is fleeting – they are only with us a short time in the … Continue reading…
The Puppies…. For 3 more days. They graduate to ‘dogs’ on Friday. Maybe I’ll have a chance to clean them up and take some birthday photos. They were as dirty as the house when I got home. (It had been wet.) And they’re desperately in need of a good grooming. (Mon mari doesn’t brush them.) … Continue reading…
Culinary gifts, anyone? Foodie pressies? Tasty tokens from somewhere else? It has been brought to my attention that I have neglected to make the announcement about this year’s Season’s Eatings. I shall now do that: Season’s Eatings is a world-wide holiday gift exchange. If you would like to join the fun, leave a comment. I’ll … Continue reading…
While I take a break visiting family, step back with me in time to 3 years ago, when we were homeless, to the beginning of this project…. And all of our frustrations: Vlad’s house is an IKEA house. I have nothing against IKEA. I rather like IKEA. I can spend hours wandering through there stores. Well, … Continue reading…
I’m pleased to report there has been visible progress made in the last week. Walls. Insulated walls. A decision was made that, rather than try to insulate the entire ceiling before winter, he would insulate half and put up enough walls to keep the heat in. For those who don’t remember, this is what it … Continue reading…
The Holidays are almost upon. Old cooks, new cooks, experienced cooks and wannabe cooks are dusting off the turkey roasters and fish poachers for the ‘big event.’ I remember those days well – back when we would be entertaining large groups of family, friends, co-workers and business associates…. Back when we had a finished house…. … Continue reading…
Bemoaning the lack of escalator etiquette…. Or how to loose the skin on the back of your heels. The store that I shop at when we go to Andorra is huge, the size of at least a few football fields. There are moving walkways, rather than escalators going between the 3 floors so that you … Continue reading…