Tag: Papa’s Wife
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the latest
++ The last time I was in the old Le Petit Village, I noticed this Corsican flag waving in the wind… Child Bride’s parents hung it from the top of their apartment building. They aren’t from Corsica by the way, they’re from Marseille, but as every south of France dweller knows, there are some people…
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while you were hunting
Hunting season is well underway in The LPV. That means that most of the wives here have been abandoned by their husbands for a walk through the forest with a shotgun and a dog, while les sangliers (boar) run for their lives. Papa’s Wife is one of the hunting widows, so Sunday lunches have gone from…
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one does tend to waffle on
{saved} ++ Remember when I didn’t bring my camera to La Petite’s Baptême? Well looky here, I managed to score this one photo. For the record, neither I, nor Papa’s Wife have any idea what the thing on La Petite’s head was all about. That was all Child Bride ++ Friday night I had a…
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Sunday Lunch for Papa's Wife
I love dinner parties… going to them, throwing them. They’re like little projects and heaven knows, I love a project (implementation plans and all). Plus with the new house and proper kitchen I was dying to give one a whirl and Papa’s Wife was the perfect excuse for a whirl. Papa’s Wife works hard, she has…
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slowly but surely
Isn’t my new rose bush pretty? I love it. What I’m not loving however is all the work that is going to have to go on around that rose bush. I mean look at it. It’s a jungle out there. I’m even scared to let Fifty out in it because the garden might swallow him…
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how La Petite celebrates
La Petite celebrated her first birthday last weekend with a fabulous new pair of shoes (floral… very Spring 2012), some playtime with a new toy, and having her cake and eating it too (she is the birthday girl after all). But since no party is complete without a little dancing, La Petite knows there is no…
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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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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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the raclette that almost wasn't
{La Petite and her Tonton} Now I realize that the holidays have passed what with the Epiphany having gone and occurred and all, but I’m not about to let you get away with not hearing about my New Year’s Eve (although it wasn’t too exciting, so no need to hold on to your hats or…
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Cheesy Miss France
The first weekend of December, Papa’s Wife usually hosts a Raclette party to usher in the holiday season (I love her for this by the way… and if you served me melted cheese all night I’d love you too). She did it last year, and she did it the year before (and I could have…
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