Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Vanilla Rum Panna Cotta with Rum Roasted Cherries


There is just something about reading John Berendt’s Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil amid the rumbling and booming of thunder, the wild rains beating against the windowpane, the violent flash of lightening shooting through the blackened skies, lighting up, ever so quickly, the room. Summer heat and white light, shades lowered against the brutality, suddenly changes into a frenzied tempest. Leaving behind her a languid afternoon, a sultry evening.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

An Interlude for a Few Announcements

The Joys of Being a Writer

One writes to make a home for oneself on paper, in time 
and in others’ minds. 
– Alfred Kazin 

An active, wild week or so peaking in a wedding anniversary. But not only. Interviews, one given, two taken. And the culmination of months and months of work, hard, persistent, passionate work. Short and sweet, this post will be simple and straightforward, just some exciting announcements I am thrilled to share with you.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Hazelnut Meringue Cake with Berries and Cream


With summer comes a slothlike lassitude that invites little more than lying prostrate on the sofa, feet up, arm over eyes, waiting for someone else to place a tray of fruit, bread and cheese on the coffee table within easy reach. Oh, and please do not forget the glass of chilled Muscadet, thank you very much. No energy to cook, no desire to stand over a flame or in front of the oven. Although I never do mind when JP is game to cook.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Visual Feast V - When No One is Looking


Life is a voyage. 
Victor Hugo 

November met June sometime mid July in Nantes. We went to bed buried under an extra blanket, feet stuck into cozy socks, and awoke to the sun blazing through the kitchen window, the heat oozing in under the door, poking us with his sticky fingers, keeping us awake all night and laughing at our discomfort all day. Voyage à Nantes is in full swing, offering us poetic respite from summer’s prose.

Friday, July 5, 2013

Mixed Berry Prosecco Sorbet or Slushy


The fourth of July sneaks up on us furtively as we have our eye firmly on the fourteenth. This is France, after all, and the fourth is just another working day. Middle of the week, to boot. This very American holiday slips by unnoticed, simply as a lead in to a younger son’s birthday. So no barbecue, no hot dogs tossed on a grill, no streamers or sparklers and nary a red, white and blue concoction in sight. Our 4th of July dinner this year? Eggs sunny side up on fresh, steamed asparagus.


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