Friday, August 30, 2013

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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The Gauls Trojan Horse

The ancient Gauls (they were French before there was the real French) had their own version of the Trojan Horse:

"Behold, Caesar, a great big box of pastries!"

Monday, August 26, 2013

The Box

The nondescript box began to exert it’s magical powers as soon as it left the bakery. A smallish, square, flat carton, decorated with too perfect fruit across the cover. It had been tied shut in standard french bakery efficiency by a very prim young woman. If I looped my finger into the bow just so, in the crook of my finger, the box could swing gently and yet remain horizontal, which was ever so important to the precious contents. Nothing what so ever indicated what might be inside.  And yet within minutes people’s curiosity and attraction for the box and it's contents became apparent. 

We’d made a tactical error in our morning’s outing. Any self respecting french market goer knows that the bakery is the last stop. We’d made the mistake of being drawn into the bakery and then doing a tour of elegant, city boutiques. This meant that the box was on parade.

The very first store clerk suggested that I leave the box on the counter while I browsed - and then suggested that it might be a good idea to just leave it with her.

She was not the last shopkeeper to make that suggestion.

Then there were the passersby that suggested that maybe the box was too heavy and they could help by taking it off my hands. Or less subtly just blurting out, "oh I’ll take that...."

Couples drinking coffees at cafe tables looked longingly as it passed by and one gentleman brazenly asked that it be dropped off at their table. “Oh that’s for us? How wonderful of you.”

Heading home on a quieter back street each neighborly passerby eyed that simple box. Twice there was an hmmm, once there was “oh you’ve brought something along for our afternoon tea.”

Finally the box was placed on our kitchen table. The tea kettle was set to boil and plates and forks were set out. 
The bakery box string was cut and the lid propped open. Voila the hidden treat, a simple elegant apple tart. Hard to believe that something so plain was worth the oohs and ahhs of the afternoon. But let me just tell you this tart was deliciousness itself. Perfect apples, flaky, buttery crust all melting in your mouth.

No wonder anyone recognizing that simple box and the amazing bakery it came from were chasing us all over town.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Miss Bourdeilles

Every year for as long as anyone can remember there has been a Miss Bourdeilles presented during the annual village celebration. A young woman growing up in the village is accompanied by two or three friends in the afternoon parade. Those friends will be Miss Bourdeilles in the years to come. And so on and so forth.

This year Frederique had the wonderful idea to invite all of the former Miss Bourdeilles that could be gathered up to join in the parade. Finding no written record of former participants there were a lot of threads to be followed, sisters and cousins to be quizzed, where does so and so live now, could her second cousin once removed give her a call for us........and then arms to be gently twisted. In the end there was a lovely turn out of beautiful women. From Miss Bourdeilles 1954 all the way up to 2013.

Mother and Daughter

Frederique the instigator........
Thank you!

On the left is brother of two Miss Bourdeilles, husband of one. All the girls tossed confetti his way!