Well I’m a little slow on the uptake for a post today because I want to do a giveaway (that is where my mind has been) but I haven’t yet received the articles in question to take pictures and woo you with them. So in the meantime, I will leave you with a few photos of the children’s “spectacle” (pronounced… Read More
Archives for March 2012
Profiterole
Hey – I know you people. Don’t think I don’t know you people. Enthusiasm for my salade niçoise recipe was at an all–time low. Why concern yourselves with salty fish when you can have … profiterole? What are profiteroles you ask yourselves? Why, cream puff pastries! With yummy things inside! Things like ice cream or whipped cream, with strawberry toppings… Read More
This Is My Life
You’ve heard about how superior French mothers are, right? Well I’m addressing that over at World Moms Blog. Just how superior they all are, and how superior I am by association. Okay, joking aside, I do have a few pictures to show you, even though I’m sending you over here to read what I wrote. I’m hoping you won’t mind… Read More
A Sense of Security
We knew that there was an element of danger involved in packing up our lives to spend a year in East Africa. We’d heard about the British ex-pat who got stabbed to death months before our arrival. She hadn’t been doing anything remarkable – just sitting in her car with the windows open, when a man came up to her… Read More
Salade Niçoise
It’s the small things in life, you know, that color our world. This morning as I was driving through the countryside to get to the supermarket, the fields were bathed in fog and the only thing that pierced the grey was the white Spring blossoms on the trees. I stumbled upon a sale of Magnolia trees. My husband loves Magnolia… Read More
Pleasure and Pain
I have a love-hate relationship with my garden. On one hand I feel pressured by it because things have to be trimmed at just the right time, hoed and planted at just the right time, weeded and harvested at just the right time, preserved or used at just the right time. It’s another burden of must-do’s added to my full… Read More