Month: August 2014
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Painting from a Blog Reader of Mine: Debra Riley
A few months ago Chelsea, French Husband and I found a poppy field. I wrote about that red filled happy day here, click here to see it: http://willows95988.typepad.com/tongue_cheek/2014/05/provence-poppies.html A few weeks later a blog reader of Tongue in…
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Provencal Yellow and Zucchini Blossoms
From the local producer down the road, zucchini blossoms with tiny zucchinis… maybe a few hours old, cause those of you who have ever grown a garden know that zucchini grow at rocket speed. The producer Michel, grows…
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Chelsea and Mr. Espresso
Last night while having a drink with Chelsea, Mr. Espresso and my dear friend from Australia, Cheryl, I asked Chelsea and Mr. Espresso if I could take a photo of them. When Mr. Espresso said yes I knew that he…
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Doing Things Like Your Parents Did?
When on the phone, French Husband puts his hand like this (photo above). He puts his hand in his pants, but that doesn't sound right; plus, it is not that at all, but it doesn't sound better to say…
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Provencal Lunch Under the Chestnut Tree
A Provencal lunch under a chestnut tree, on a Sunday afternoon with friends. The morning had us worried as it rained, down-poured actually, but by nine the sky returned to its glorious blue: Provence! Shutters opened wide, the cigales…
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A Typical Key to a Little French House
A solid iron key. For a French house. Over twelve inches. Imagine putting that in your purse. As if carrying a barbell. This key is a key to my friend's house. I want the key, I want the…