Tag: Domesticity
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Gatz turns thirty and a day
{drink me} It was 11:30, the morning after Gatz’s birthday dinner extravaganza, and I was having a perfectly lovely morning… sipping Barrys Tea, reading celebrity gossip, contemplating doing some on-line shopping and maybe my nails and not much else for the day when The Husband walked into the room… “Gatz wants to go out tonight…
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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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ouefs en cocotte (with a poshy-posh accent)
On our last visit to French Maman’s, French Nana gave me some darling little red ramekins. They look like miniature cooking pots, like what keebler elves would cook with if they were more into stews than cookies. Since we’ve been home, I’ve stared at them, trying to picture what I could possibly cook inside of…
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The Husband's Birthday
Yesterday, was The Husband’s birthday and to celebrate, I did something I rarely do, I baked (I’m a cooker, not much of a baker). (And if you remember a couple posts back, it was Brother-In-Law’s birthday only a few days ago… guess what Papa likes to do in September… bowchickabowwow). We have a teeny tiny…
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Sunday Lunch
image: lovely-provence Traditionally in Provence, lunch, is the main meal of the day. Monday through Saturday, this doesn’t bother me, because during the work week, I can send The Boyfriend off to work with his little packed lunch (lately more pastas and salads because he’s been complaining about all the sandwiches, too American apparently. It’s…
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The Birthday Weekend Part 1
I like to stretch out my birthday as long as possible, and have a birthweek because it only comes once a year (except once, I did have a 30.5 birthday party in August). So since it’s still my birthweek, I’ve decided to tell you about my weekend in two parts to help stretch it out.…
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Should Have Bought The Dyson
I wanted this… image: http://www.dyson.fr I got this… I begged for the Dyson but The Boyfriend wouldn’t hear it, “€3oo?! For a vaccuum?” “Yes, but it’s worth it. They last forever and nothing cleans like a Dyson.” This is the conversation we had in July when I was visiting Le Petit Village before moving. We…
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Date Night
Last weekend my date night dinner was cancelled because the restaurant decided to close for no reason, and this past Saturday, Monsieur Snowman and his buckets of snow ruined another night out. I refused to let staying in ruin our long overdue date night. But we’d have to settle for old reliable, Saturday night dinner…
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Snow Day
I spent my childhood in upstate New York, a place where we had all four seasons to their fullest. In Spring, blossoms bloomed, Summer was hot and sticky, Fall was an actual autumn, and Winter was freaking freezing. But the one thing that made those winter months bearable was the promise of a snow day.…
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