Tag: pastis
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Some Down Home Texas Goodness
How do you end a trip to Texas (and the subsequent blog posts)? With some down home Texas fun with friends at the rodeo (Did that sound folksy? I was going for folksy.) The county fair and rodeo was being held Labor Day weekend and just around the corner from my mother’s house so of…
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la fête du fromage
{from Billy, with love} I like cheese. I feel blessed to have ended up in France, home of about 400 different types of cheese (St. Nectaire, and Roquefort, and Cantal, oh my!). And, I’m lucky enough to live only a few miles down the road from Banon. Besides being the name of the village, Banon is…
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Get The Heck Out Of Dodge
{no parking} Sunday was the annual flea market in Le Petit Village. Stalls lined the streets and at 7am, on my walk with Fifty, I saw the beginning arrival of the brocante lovers. (A 7am Sunday arrival into Le Petit Village is hardcore, it’s not like Le Petit Village is ‘in the neighborhood’. We’re kind…
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I'm Too Old For This
It was Brother-In-Law’s birthday over the weekend and guess what he wanted to do… Dinner in Avignon? Nope. Nightclub in Aix en Provence? Nope. Party in the woods, outside Le Petit Village? Yep. Um, OK. Do I have to go? Yep. I don’t really have much to say about being at a party in the…
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A Nice Stinky Day
Easter Monday, Papa’s Wife and I went to the markets in Forcalquier. The Husband wouldn’t be joining us, Papa needed him to help chop down trees in the forest. That sounds very manly, doesn’t it? And I think the fact that Papa suddenly had to chop down those trees on Easter Monday and needed The…
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I Caught A Fish This Big…
Last night, we were driving home from dinner in St Michel. The road is always dark without any lights, with thick trees on both sides, almost like you are driving through a forest (actually I think it may be a forest). We were laughing about something when suddenly… “What is that?” A huge wild boar…
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I Love Tuesdays
Pizza Night, Pizza Night, Oh how I love Pizza Night! The above needs to be sung while doing jazz hands, with your head shaking, eyes closed, and letting your hips have a little spazz attack. I’d show you a how to video but that would be embarrassing. The Skippie Team loves pizza night. Not so…
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The Mushroom Incident
Let me start by saying that this should have been a much happier post. A post about delectable wild mushrooms and the beautiful gourmet meal I would cook using them. But I’m just not that girl and that’s just not me. And I will also say that this incident, that will henceforth be known as…
It's Me, Sara Louise 