Stories Collected While Living in France
The French love food! Right down to their pieds.
They do it right, it is a ritual, in perfect timing with the church bells.
From the white linen, to the perfect baguette…
Their fork and knife dance around the plate, swirling
and twirling; they don’t eat they dine!
The art of food belongs to them!
Photo: Chalk board marks the daily menu.
The French and the Italian kitchen have been of huge inspiration for me in my red kitchen and my Blue Café. We Norwegian are slowly following the French though. I travel with my bishop this week, and on Thursday he took part in a seminar with local farmers where his topic was “short travelled food”.
A very VERY good old English friend of mine (to me, he was “my English father”) used to say that “in another life he was born French, because he loved its food, he had its smell, its taste and its colours in his genes” and his delicious wife used to add “but you haven’t got its ways!”
This friend was back by my side when I saw the picture and read your words… thank you so much!
Then I read the menu… could you book for us tonight, please?
Both my children will have “lotte au curry”, as it’s their favourite fish,
my husband and I will have “Saint-Pierre…”, I think, because, when eating out, we like having what we don’t have at home… and I don’t think I can buy that fish here in my area… (a call of the Mediterranean Sea!)
The French love of food is infectious. My daughter has become the most amazing cook since moving to Paris.
I’ll have the agneau please, my tummy’s rumbling! Just that writing promises delicious delights.
yummy!
If I knew what the menu said, I’m sure my appetite would skyrocket right now, lol.
Except for a very few words I didn’t understand anything listed — but it sure made me hungry!! Why is it that anything written in French is just so alluring?
Thanks always for your food for thought darling one.
Happy Saturday!
I don’t even know what any of that says and somehow it sounds good.
they don’t eat they dine — a practice that should be cultivated more in our household (and when dining out)
thanks for the smile to begin my weekend 🙂
This gives me an appetite..I’ll have the lamb, with thyme and garlic please..!
Oh, that brings back so many sweet (and amusing) memories!
Our first trip to Paris was a challenge in the dining department. I simply did not have time to learn any French worthy of reading a menu or ordering. So, I usually wound eating salmon as I could pick that out of the offerings. I even had one of those yummy sidewalk kiosk sandwiches with salmon and sun dried tomatoes. I ate some form of salmon nearly every day for a week! The one time I got brave enough to order what I deemed was a steak at Le Coup Achoo (that is phonetic, not accurate spelling as I cannot remember how it was spelled!), I indeed got a steak but with more WHOLE peppercorns pounded into it than I have ever seen! I could not eat it and Feller tried his best to not let it go to waste. So funny…
And wouldn’t you know? On my flight home (Feller and I took different flights), the meal with our movie was….you guessed it…SALMON! Jeez, I did not eat any fish for a while after that.
The perfect crusty baguette a slice of* brie* smoked salmon* a slice of tomato *and a lettuce leaf!*My favorite breakfast!
Good ingredients, well prepared, simply presented. With a glass of wine.
Add good company and a charming setting and that’s my favourite meal.
Oh, I’d love to sitting in that cafe right this very minute. And what lovely penmanship on the menu.
And this is why French Women Don’t Get fat. 😉
🙂
Oh, you are so lucky to live in France with serious culinary delights! I can’t wait to visit soon.
bon appetit!
love living in france vicariously through you!
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