These New Balance cross trainers were made for walking... And that's just what they did. For six full days in Paris. Wednesday with Ghislaine (21,017 steps, 9.3 miles). It's no wonder that I have a sore muscle (or something) around my left ankle. No blisters, though, I am happy to report. One sore toenail, but …
Category: desserts
Entre les Bras update
An article written by Adam Nossiter for the New York Times partially republished in this morning's Durham Herald-Sun immediately caught my attention. It is about French chef Jérôme Brochot, owner of Le France in Montceau-les-Mines, giving up his Michelin star. https://www.nytimes.com/2017/12/27/world/europe/france-chef-michelin-star.html This is practically unheard of. Those stars, however, drive up prices and bring a lot of …
Therapy
The BFF and I call our morning walks therapy sessions. And believe me, they are. We talk about just about anything and everything. This summer, we walked 3 miles every day that we could, usually beginning around 6:00 am. It gets hot and humid here in the North Carolina Piedmont and schvitzing (Yiddish for sweating- it …
Dear Google Paris
Dear Google Paris, First, allow me to tell you how much I love you. Well, not necessarily your Paris office since I have not yet visited, but Google. As I say often, I must have been dumber than dirt before you came into my life 19 short years ago. I even made googler into a …
Paris by proxy
Joanie on her pony Jeanne d'Arc, 1874, Emmanuel Frémiet, 4 rue des Pyramides, Paris 01 Okay, so I am not really sure that I am using "by proxy" properly, even though I looked it up on-line at Urban Dictionary. by proxy: the ability to do or be something without actually physically doing it. "John was …
Bleu Part Deux
As I was driving home from the mountains today, I realized that I left off some bleu/blue things that I love. (I could blame it on Moo and Mama Mildred for distracting me, I guess.) Do you ever have the blues? In France, the saying is avoir le cafard- to have the cockroach. Where on …
Blue
Meet Lightening. My advisory mascot. An African Spotted Water Frog. Oui, une grenouille africaine. One of the girlies brought him in to share with the rest of us. While out and about, roaming around in one of my favorite thrift shops, Pennies for Change, I found a treasure. I am a fan of Henri …
If God’s not a Tar Heel fan…
then why is the sky Carolina Blue? That's a question I've heard most of my life. Actually, I am pretty sure that God has a lot on his plate right about now... hurricanes, earthquakes, terrorists, people who feel so alone that they don't know what to do or who to turn to. Who wins a …
Cooking for me
I love cooking for me. I don't have to worry about what I like (basically everything edible) or dislike (basically not much). I can take leftover stuff and turn it into something pretty good most of the time. And I don't care how many dishes I dirty because I don't mind cleaning up. I had …
I miss Mayberry
Okay, if you are a Rascal Flatts fan then you know I stole borrowed the title of one of their songs. I don't think they will get upset when they read today's blogpost. I think they will be honored. I have been in a bit of a blue mood the past few days. I've recently read …
the sabbatical chef 