Category: Movable Feast
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French Country Food: A Craving for a Scrumpdillyumptious French Dessert
A French country meal starts with soup… lately we (Sacha and I) have had are fair share of it. French Husband has become a mini Paul Bocuse, I am not complaining, no siree. French Husband has cooked dinner every night…
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Chicklet is one of my favorite Words, so is Peanut Butter
The Language: The minute off the plane from Europe to the USA my mother tongue licks me, engulfs me, swallows me whole, saturating my every thought, leaving me no space to think. The signs, the radio, the conversations, the people…
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The Lover, the Garden, the Next Door Neighbor and Fig Jam
After the last fig jam jar was sealed I raised my gooey jam filled spoon and shouted out, "This is for you Mr. Porte!" You see Mr. Porte was my next door neighbor, the incredible gardener, generous smile, nearly ninety…
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French Mimosa
Saturday morning, sparkling water, no champagne, fresh squeezed orange juice, chilled wine glasses, a mint leaf or two, fig jam, made pancakes, ate a few while standing at the kitchen counter flipping the other ones on to a plate. Three…
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Fresh Beauty at the Open Market
Just had to take a few photos of these beauties at the open market. Cherries, apricots, green beans, peaches, melons… and of course the olives, cheese and bread. A friend from the States recently asked me if I have grown…