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let there be snow
After a winter that never really felt like winter, (as in we had a flittering of snowfall last month and other than late, crisp autumn like weather, which does not a winter make) the snow finally arrived and in the most surprising fashion… as in I had no idea it was coming. We woke up…
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surprise… more cheese!
{raclette cheeeeeese} Guess what we did on Saturday? We ate cheese! Can you believe it?! Of course you can. I actually cannot. I mean, I hadn’t planned on it. This is what went down… The Husband was going to spend Saturday morning over at Papa’s house helping him move some things, so I went along…
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impossibly glamorous
I’m feeling impossibly glamorous this morning. And before you get any ideas, it’s certainly not because I’m swanning around my petite bungalow in a feather boa and kitten heels swilling Champagne for my breakfast (although that does paint quite a picture of glamour doesn’t it?). But how fun would that be? Very Cristal Carrington if…
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giveaway: my memories scrapbook software
Here’s something you probably would have never guessed about me… I used to be very into scrap booking. There I said it. But this was back in the days of Elmer’s glue and scissors, before all this new fangled digital scrap booking came about. Sitting in my mother’s garage in Texas, are scrapbook upon scrapbook from…
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the gorgonzola incident
{gorgonzola} true story. I heart gorgonzola, I heart it hard (p.s I love Italian wine too… don’t tell Le Villagers that). And last Friday, while doing some grocery shopping with The Husband, I came across a scrumptious hunk of gorgonzola. I picked it up, looked at The Husband and declared,”I have the most perfect recipe…
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crêpes & rugby
{I forgot my camera} The last time I watched Clermont play Ulster, I was in Bono’s Octagon Bar in Dublin, sipping on a Grey Goose martini, with an afternoons worth of shopping bags scattered at my feet. Last night, I watched the two square off again, but instead of snacking on vodka soaked olives, I had…
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St. Sara
{Van Gogh liked Gypsies too} Let’s talk about Gypsies. They’re so in these days what with My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding on television and the movie Knuckle (think Brad Pitt in Snatch but not nearly as cute), and even I’ve talked about them some like this time, and this one, and here too what with The…
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let's pretend it's 2010
Alright kids, it’s like this… I’ve got nothing. Seriously. Nothing going on here. I can neglect my blog, or we can travel back in time with an old post from the archives. So yeah, that’s what we’re going to do. We’re going back two years… to a simpler time, a time when The Husband was…
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Honey Jr saves the day
{fiddling with the thingy} Last week the Mistral battered Provence something fierce. It always blows hard, but this was a different kettle of fish altogether… this mistral blew off roof tiles, howled down my chimney, and left a trembling Fifty in it’s wake. But the worst thing it did… it messed up the satellite thingy.…
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