Photos from last summer in France.
Mme. Augustine Guérin of Vix and her slightly unsettling garden of curiosities.
words fail me.
Macsen kept threatening me to be good or else he would leave me in Mme. Augustine's garden overnight.
Vendée ham and mogette ~ langoustines with homemade mayonnaise
fleur de sel chèvre
WWII memorial with the union flag upside down.. oh well, it's the the thought that counts. ;)
Jackie buying fresh garlic and looking pretty happy about it.
Philip opening the veuve
grilling the monkfish
grilled garlic and pepper monkfish
garden grown tomatoes and green beans with roast pink veal
relaxing listening to music
La Venise Verte
bike race through the village
perrier tranche ~ caramel with fleur de sel and pistachio ice cream... omg!
This may come as a surprise, but I only eat meat maybe once or twice a week and on special occasions, the rest of the time I happily live on pulses, fruits, and vegetables. The beef dish above is one of the few meat dishes standing between me and vegetarianism, it is that good. (Not sure if I could ever go all the way vege, the meat dishes I love I really, really love.) It is made by the local butcher in Luçon who bought the butcher shop from the previous owner only on the pretext that he be given the secret recipe and method on how it is made. The process is so lengthy that the butcher only makes it once a year, the most that I know is that it is slow cooked in vegetable stock multiple times and pressed with gelatin and salt until it melts on the tongue as soon as you put in your mouth. It is seriously good and the last two years that we were lucky enough to be there when he made his annual batch the entire block disappeared within minutes, there is no "saving some for later", it is impossible to stop until every last bit is gone.
mozzarella, tomato, and cucumber salad with purple basil
bread with tail
Pyrénées pasta and pistachio pesto (bought when we were in Sicily) with squid, octopus,
mussels, and langoustines in a fresh tomato and basil sauce.
I have fond memories of this dish.
a selection of patisserie
Love all the shots. Cute topiary. (That one photo reminds me of that omnipresent doll in the woods on Sinclair Island. Remember that eerie baby on the tree stump? She looked like Medusa one year when she had tent caterpillars in her hair...)
And, um, dare I ask what "tit punch" is without sounding too sophomoric?!? Oh, wait is it shorthand for petite something?
As for those pastries - scrumptious!
I'm so glad Macsen will finally get to see Lummi Island this time...
That doll was so creepy, I'm pretty sure it's the primary reason why I hated baby dolls for the rest of my childhood. Did you ever take any photos of her?
"Tit punch".. oh my god, I didn't even notice that - haha! I think you're right that it's shorthand for petite, I'll have to ask Macsen.
I'm so happy he and his parents are seeing Lummi Island too; I wish I could show them Sinclair as well, but at least M. was able to see it once. I felt like he understood a significant part of myself after spending a day on the island. I can't wait to spend time on Lummi again myself, I miss falling asleep to the sound of the waves on the pebble beach. :)
It looks like there's a "P" to the power of "tit", which seems like a reasonable shorthand for petit, although I prefer to think that it says "tit punch" as well. :)
These pictures are beautiful... I really love the blackened sunflower horizon photo.
I'm so happy you guys will be going to Washington again soon, and with Jackie and Philip in tow!
it is a shorthand for "petit" indeed :p
many examples http://www.google.fr/search?hl=en&q="p'tit"&btnG=Google+Search&meta=
A foreign friend of a friend was quite surprised, when being in Belgium, to see a place with a large sign advertising "Pain 24/24" ;)
I could eat the entire plate of mozzarella, tomato, cucumber & purple basil. It looks scrumptious.
The baby doll topiary/hedge is beyond weird but I love the faux diamond rings and costume jewelry on the gloves. What a character to design and foster a garden such as that.