Hi Lorraine, Harriet’s mum, aka Madame Pickles here again.
It’s getting near to the Christmas season and I’ve started getting prepared for a British Christmas here in France – and, I confess, reeling at the prospect of a couple of vegans coming to eat. Yes it was me Harry was referring to when she described people rolling their eyes in despair when she announced she was going vegan. I get it, I admire her commitment and concern for the health of her family but (sorry there is a but) things become difficult when you are vegan and living in France, I am being very selfish here, I knew I was going to miss the girlie lunches we’ve had when we’ve been out, nothing grand, an 11 euro meal in one of the local restaurants. These places are brilliant, they cater for working people, you could be sitting with someone booted and suited or someone that’s just come in from the farm, not quite up to their knees in mud but not far short. You have a proper three or even four course meal, wine or cider is usually included with a coffee to finish. How the “Ouvriers” go back to work I do not know, I just want to go home and do nothing for the rest of the afternoon.
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After extended deliberation we’ve realised you can only make so many silk purses out of our pigs ears.
Here’s our latest video. We plan on making many more – you’ve been warned. The Seed to Greed project has only just begun…Yes, the sound is appalling and we are well aware we need a microphone but for that to work we’d need a camera you can actually plug one into!
How to make a chestnut roast…..
And of course, huge, enormous remerciements to our pal Mark, for his patience and assistance, without whom we probably would still have made it, but it’s not sure you guys would have had the lifetime ( or boredom threshold) needed to watch it! Thanks darlin’ x
’til next time,
Mandy & Hal x
“Many people die with their music still in them. Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it time runs out.”
― Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
I like a bit of of a quote and this is one that frequently runs through my mind. Those moments when it’s easier to say no to something outside my comfort zone only to kick myself later for not trying. Sometimes you can think and analyse ’til the cows come home but when alls said and done what you actually need to do is just do it, roll the dice, throw the balls in the air and go for it.
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Hello, Lorraine here, Harriet’s mum.
For the last couple of weeks I have been psyching myself up for the jam and chutney making season.
I love scavenging the fruit and vegetables, I’m no gardener and make use of any glut my friends are willing to pass onto me and foraged fruit found while walking my puppy, Flint.
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