Tag: Papa’s Wife
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Spreading Holiday Cheer
Tis the season to spread holiday cheer and for my part, spreading holiday cheer means candy. But not just any candy, Baileys Truffles candy. Nothing can spread holiday cheer faster than Baileys and my heavy hand. Candy for all my favorite Le Petit Villagers; the Honey’s, Papa and his Wife, Boyfriend’s Brother, and the postman.…
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It's A Wonderful Sunday
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas… The Skippie Team (The Boyfriend, Fifty, and me) woke up to a snowy Sunday morning in Le Petit Village. Monsieur Snowman blessed us with a full five centimeters. Not a huge amount, but after living in Dublin for six years (plenty of rain, no snow) and Texas…
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A Whole Lot of Sunday
I finally got around to having Papa’s wife over for Sunday lunch. Papa had decided that there were wild boars that needed slaying so he wasn’t able to join us, so Papa’s wife’s 88 year old mother came instead. Ok, just the ladies, no pressure. This is how the day went: 6:15 – Awake making…
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The Raclette Party & The Plonk
I should have known it was too good to be true. Free wine. HA! A couple of weeks ago when I found out that Tuesdays were pizza night in Le Petit Village, I also discovered that after purchasing four pizzas you can either have a free bottle of coke or a free bottle of wine.…
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Julia Child, I Need You
Cooking in France for French people feels a little intimidating. Not for the Boyfriend because I’ve tasted his cooking and he lost the right to comment. Homeboy should NEVER be allowed near a stove or an oven, or even a microwave for that matter. Actually he shouldn’t even be allowed in a kitchen (he’s only…
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