Monthly Archives: August 2015

The Art of Eating. (Or, what living with a French boy has taught me about food.) Part One.

Well, the garden is giving grandly of it’s bounty, the terrace kitchen is up and running and we’ve got a bit of a gap before preserving season really kicks in. So I thought it might be the moment to play the grasshopper for just a little longer, and begin what I hope will be an intermittent series about the French and their passionate relationship with oral satisfaction Continue reading The Art of Eating. (Or, what living with a French boy has taught me about food.) Part One.

La Rentrée

The post party parties continued. Even taking the marquees down was marked with a impromptu gathering of 30 humans and Thelma the goat who Christophe brought along to join us.

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Thelma and Christophe

It was such a cool week and I wonder if we will ever be able to drag so many over to our part of the world like that again. I hope so.

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