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Tongue in Cheek
Provence, France
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When Chelsea tried on the first of many wedding dresses, my mom asked her granddaughters, (my nieces and Chelsea's first cousins) to hold hands ans circle her in love. I felt a tradition was born in that moment. ... Happy Thanks Giving! Here is knowing that we have hundreds of reasons for which to be grateful, moments for mindfulness and a life needing us to be loving and kind. Thank you for reading my blog and your generous encouragement. XXX Continue reading
Posted yesterday at Tongue in Cheek
Lol, Cindy? It took me awhile to catch why I was being called Cindy. Anyway I replied up above. Small pumpkin, cook slowly and for a long time.
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Yes put it all inside a small Jack sans face. And bake at 180 until it is tender... a very long time.
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We are in Willows back to the nest. Yann, Sacha, Chelsea, Martin and I. The fire is burning, the cookies are being made, the motorcycles are going around and around, the children are in and out of my mother's home all the day, and I have been in bed sick. It seems every time I come home I catch a nasty cold. This one had me down for four days and we are staying ten days. Grr. Though I would rather have a cold here than back in my home alone. So even though I am disappointed by being ill I am happy, very happy to be with those I love and admire. Tomorrow, we plan to go look at wedding dresses! How fun will that be! My mom, my sisters-in-laws, my nieces, me and of course the bride to be. I cannot wait to share the experience. In the kitchen, the cookie makers were at it with my mother at the helm. Snickerdoodles and chocolate chips. Baking up love. Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
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When I arrived in France I didn't speak a word of French. Humble pie was my constant buddy, observing in silence my new vehicle and redecorating was how I stayed focus during dinner parties. Those dinner parties where we would sit for hours around the table, with the constant changing of plates at each course. The chirping chatter of the guests made my head spin, I had to do something while smiling and nodding in ignorance...that is how I came up with redecorating. During the aperitif, I would pick a theme...With the amuse-gueule color, charts came to mind...While the soup was served I would select which walls to demolish. The arrival of the main course and throughout the cheese entree, my full attention was choosing fabrics for the curtains, and upholstery. With the dinner guests well into their conversations, I was replacing the furniture and hanging mirrors in my mind's eye... Enfin, with dessert and coffee being served, the entire room would be remodeled. Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
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My Mother use to call me Cinderella, not because I wore glass slippers, nor for my flare for transforming mice into men, but because I was the oldest child followed by four brothers. Needless to say whenever a house-chore had to be done my Mother would shout out, "Cinderella!" *** Find a small pumpkin Cut the top off, keep it as a hat. Scoop out the seeds, every single one. Layer the pumpkin core with the assorted toppings: Gobs of shredded parmesan cheese Chunks of crusty French bread smothered with camelized golden onions, Salt, nutmeg and pepper sprinkles, Laced between each layer swirls of white wine and frensh cream (don't be stingy!) Put in the oven, bake it until it is ready to melt. Add the top hat and serve with a cane... I mean a spoon. Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
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Yesterday the postman came to our door with a perfectly square box from the U.S.A. As I signed for it, the postman asked if it was someone's birthday? I told him it wasn't but that day was Thanksgiving. He squinted his eyes, moved his head back and asked "What is tis, "Tanks-give-IN"? The easier answer would have been for me to say, "A holiday in American, big as Christmas." Instead I gave a butchered history lesson. First I started out with saying how some people hoping to find religious freedom... which lead me to the word Pilgrims... which I did not know in French. So I called them "people" from "the old world". Which made them sound like Romans. The postman looked at me like I had half a brain. So I waved my hands, and said, "No no no, let me restart with a different angle." But since I did not know how to say "different angle" without it sounding like a lesson in mathematics, I said, "Chemin", which means "Path" in English." I carried on with The Mayflower's landing, and then how the Indians gave corn. Which sounded like a spaceship landing and since generally speaking French people do not eat corn on the cob... Well, let's just say I felt like an alien in my adopted country. I have got to learn to give straightforward answers: Yes, No or Je ne sais pas. In the end, the postman said, "Bon Anniversaire!" (Happy Birthday, in French.) We laughed and I agreed, "Oui! C'est vrai! Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
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The bounty at the weekly French markets, a living art gallery, a dose of inspiration and more than that, the work of human hands combined with the grace of nature, a holy gift of life itself. A bouquet of olive branches tied with twine on a door in Lourmarin. A simple touch of beauty to be shared, to grace the passageways, to give pause to the change of seasons. Seeing touches like this remind me to share in graceful living to take the time to share beauty, to be thankful for the which is at hand a deep simplicity in the everyday. I have an appreciation for the peaceful landscape, the freedom to enjoy walking down a street that has had history play years before me. History, the daily making, and sharing of beauty. A silk shawl casually draped at the end of the day on a table along with her jewels, a chocolate pot placed the morning the cup in hand along with a paintbrush. Ready to be part of this day. Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
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Wonderland. In a cardboard box, high up on a shelf, marked antique silk flowers, that had been carefully guarded by the shopkeeper, who no matter how many times Ruth begged to just peek inside, had been told no it is not for sale... Then at last with The French Muse the shopkeeper gently took the box down. Wonderland. Continue reading
Posted Nov 15, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Life demands us to be strong. To embrace it as it comes, or wrestle with it until we can sit side by side with it. Life does not allow us to sit by and watch... for even that has its depth of emotion. Little by little, we gather that which is around us. Each piece holds meaning that will carry us into tomorrow. And somewhere along the line with grace and courage, it falls into place or drops back into the sea. Cheryl is home. The next steps will be slow and mindful as she heals. Thank you for your unending prayers and generous friendship. If you would like to add a note to Cheryl in the comment section I will be sure she has them. Though I do not expect her to respond as she has to guard her energy. xxx Continue reading
Posted Nov 14, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Pasta is 500 grams Half a cup would be more than enough, a fourth is good.
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Pumpkin on Penne Pasta Cut the pumpkin into cubes, then steam until nearly cooked, firm but slightly tender. Chop finely and saute (in olive oil) three or four cloves of garlic, add pine nuts and saute until lightly golden brown. Gently mix the sauteed garlic, pine nuts with Parmesan cheese and a cup full of fresh cilantro. In the same pan that you sauteed the garlic, saute until tender the steamed pumpkin (add olive oil if needed.) Then add the garlic pine nut mixture to the pumpkin. Splash some cognac (optional) stir until well mixed. Salt and pepper to taste. Serve over al dente penne pasta. xxx Continue reading
Posted Nov 13, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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This afternoon was chilly, an Autumn breeze followed me indoors. A hunk of Roquefort waited on a chunk of baguette, A half-peeled clementine and a cracked pomegranate compared tones of deep red and burnt orange on the kitchen counter. A glass of red wine that hinted of blackberries wet my mouth. I pulled my woolen sweater over my knees forming a cocoon, While I sat by the open fire roasting chestnuts in an iron skillet. The dried leaves from the Judea tree hurried along hardly waving goodbye as they passed by my window, An autumn cornucopia. Continue reading
Posted Nov 12, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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I never wanted a diamond ring when French Husband and I married. or maybe it was because we did not have money to spend on a wedding ring. It is true that French Husband's Grandmother gave out diamonds from her velvet box of jewels when her grandchildren were to marry. When French Husband told me that a diamond was waiting for him inside his Grandmother's velvet box... well the idea of it seemed like a scene out of a movie. French Husband was her favorite, or at least that is what he told me. I remember going to her big old house, it was filled from the floor to the ceiling with antiques. It did not matter that I did not speak or understand a word of French-- her home was a wonderland of beautiful things, leading me to distraction, most of the time I was too busy dreaming to listen. Though I do remember the day French Husband told her that we were going to be married. Dressed in her white cotton, fine lace nightgown, she sat on her bed drinking hot chocolate in one hand and in the other twirled the satin ribbon of her bed jacket. She did not bat an eye. French Husband repeated what he said hoping she would bring out her velvet box. But when she put her cup down and rang the little bedside bell for her maid of twenty some years to fetch her some more whipped cream. French Husband was surprised, he leaned over to me, "I don't think she understood what I said." She sipped her hot chocolate slowly. French Husband waited. "I never wanted a diamond," I whispered in his ear. Until the 24th of December 2009. While strolling along in the heart of Paris a velvet box appeared in an antique shop's window. An eighteen-century wedding band with old rough cut diamonds. I put my finger to the window. French Husband whispered in my ear, "At last." Continue reading
Posted Nov 11, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Chelsea came home this evening. Before going to bed she said, "Mom seriously we need to focus on the wedding, and not the little details, we need to concentrate on the big things first." Oh, how fun is this chapter going to be. Big things first... Date got that. The place got that too. Priest yes. Wine yes. I guess food is next, but I think a theme is a close second. So much fun! Continue reading
Posted Nov 10, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Ginger Carrot Tango Soup Take as many carrots as you can in two hands, take their hats and coats off then put them into a nice bath of cold water, turn up the heat so they can dance. Introduce them to an exotic new partner named Ginger Fresh. Let them each bring a friend... Carrot will invite Lemon because she is a tart and full of spunk! Surely, Fresh Ginger will bring Curry because he is easy to blend in with others, he has a subtle softness about him. Don't forget to serve them white wine that night, it aids the conversation. Add a bouquet of laurel, celery and onion let them do the tango in a hot pot. Blend the music smooth and lace it with coconut Continue reading
Posted Nov 9, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Hello Pam I sold them xx
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Hello Chris, So good to hear from you, to "see" you. I am glad you never regretted the journey!
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Merci Mardog xx Did you receive my message about the plates?
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Distance is that... it doesn't matter how faraway, faraway is not touchable.
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Holding you close. I know this is a difficult time. 60 bushes is a whole lot of loving prayer when you are pruning. xxx
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Where there is a will there is a way. I like that you found another route to succeed.
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Thank you. I love that from Emily, so so true!
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