Healthy Food . . . Fresh Ingredients . . . Easy Recipes . . . & Musings from France
With a few touches of pink, blue and complimentary orange. Along the walkway, in front of the American Museum, are a series of ‘rooms’, small areas, enclosed by hedges and themed in colors. This is one of the ‘Blue Rooms’ The American Museum showcases works from American artists. The museum also welcomes both American and … Continue reading…
Did you know that one cannot limp on both legs at the same time? I know that. Now: Do as I say; not as I do. The most important thing I tell anyone coming to Europe is to wear comfortable shoes. They don’t have to be sensible… But they do have to be comfortable. Wandering … Continue reading…
It’s spring. I think. There are two spring traditions that occur in my old home town: one old and one not so. I grew up on the Mississippi River – no, not on a raft like Huck Finn, but in one of the many small towns on either side. The one I grew up in, … Continue reading…
Beef in Guinness May those whoLove us, love us. And those thatDon't love usMay God turnTheir hearts; And if he doesn'tTurn their heartsMay he turn Their ankles. So we'll know themBy their limping. There is a lot of Irish wisdom floating around this weekend: some sappy; some satirical. But none embodies the true Irish spirit … Continue reading…
I haven’t seen corned beef since I left the U.S. Not here in France; certainly not in Andorra and not in Ireland. It’s a very traditional St. Patrick’s Day dish for the Irish and Irish-for-the-day in the U.S. But, in Ireland, if they were making this type of dish (which would be considered poor food … Continue reading…
Pasta with Prosciutto and Chevre Remember my epiphany about my blog and website looking vastly different on different monitors? I decided it might not be prudent for me to recalibrate all the monitors I came in contact with. It would certainly be prudent to recalibrate my own. After spending the morning tweaking controls, changing percentages … Continue reading…
Go directly to recipe Mon mari often complains that I never forget anything and, more specifically, that I never forget a date. I could suggest that, if he wouldn't choose such inappropriate dates for his actions, perhaps I would be more likely to forget. And what date and action am I referring to? Valentine's Day. … Continue reading…