Sitting on my summer bed.
looking through my parisien balcony doors.
Warm feet.
Wet hair.
Fresh swimm in the sea earlier today.
Girls having fun, it is Summer.
Sweet is off the record.
No more sugar for the allergy girl.
Bikini time or just a confusion of seasons.
No kidding Mom, sugar is out, completely.
Great, finaly. Sometimes there is a message that gets to the sender.
No way sugar is not out of the cupboard. We had several cakes already.
The girls are having time, more than usual and taste and that means not only ice cream, there is cake and a serie of recipes to explore.
Try out: chocolate, mascarpone and it becomes a cream cake.
To much cream, may be, we tasted it and it was soft, rich, good and sour, like double sour whipped cream and full of temptation but just a little bit over the edge of what is delicious when it is so hot.
An old cookbook came back in the car after a visit to the family house in the country side near Balazuc.
The book that has the message that friendship starts in the kitchen and evolves at the table, while eating together.
It is a French version, kind of the French of 'Julia Child' .
A lot of butter and recipes so deep rooted in the French gopurmande cuisine that you need a day to recover from a meal.
We had veal, so far. Lovely with honey from a local producer.
So far summer is as good as can be and, sweet are the long evenings that we can either stroll along the boulevard or sit out in the open air and simply enjoy a glass of cold wine.
looking through my parisien balcony doors.
Warm feet.
Wet hair.
Fresh swimm in the sea earlier today.
Girls having fun, it is Summer.
Sweet is off the record.
No more sugar for the allergy girl.
Bikini time or just a confusion of seasons.
No kidding Mom, sugar is out, completely.
Great, finaly. Sometimes there is a message that gets to the sender.
No way sugar is not out of the cupboard. We had several cakes already.
The girls are having time, more than usual and taste and that means not only ice cream, there is cake and a serie of recipes to explore.
Try out: chocolate, mascarpone and it becomes a cream cake.
To much cream, may be, we tasted it and it was soft, rich, good and sour, like double sour whipped cream and full of temptation but just a little bit over the edge of what is delicious when it is so hot.
An old cookbook came back in the car after a visit to the family house in the country side near Balazuc.
The book that has the message that friendship starts in the kitchen and evolves at the table, while eating together.
It is a French version, kind of the French of 'Julia Child' .
A lot of butter and recipes so deep rooted in the French gopurmande cuisine that you need a day to recover from a meal.
We had veal, so far. Lovely with honey from a local producer.
So far summer is as good as can be and, sweet are the long evenings that we can either stroll along the boulevard or sit out in the open air and simply enjoy a glass of cold wine.