It's Me, Sara Louise

The Pastis party in Ongles. What’s that you say? Pastis party?! It’s crazy talk, I know.

The Husband’s hetero-life-partner, Gatz, practically lives at the bar that was hosting the party, so he was pretty insistent that we go. Not like we needed much arm twisting.

We arrived a little after noon. Gatz had been there for two hours marking his territory…

 

This is a traditional, local dish of cod, green beans, cauliflower, carrots, and boiled eggs, topped off with aioli. I love aioli but if you eat it, don’t plan on any kissing or close contact with other human beings for a few days.

And while we were enjoying our food (and warding off vampires with our breath) the crazy Pastis party people decided to form a conga line for our viewing pleasure…

 

But you know what is amusing?

 

cotton candy.

bisou

P.S. While the rest of the world invades the south, we’re heading north to La Bourboule and French Mommy’s house for a few days. Fifty needs some spoiling. See you next week.