Merry Christmas!

A quiet winter stroll down the hill and across the bridge. Bourdeilles on the winter solstice.

 Merry Merry Christmas to all! 

Here is to wonderful adventures in 2015!!

Friday's Gift Idea, LilyOs

I promise not to mix business with pleasure very often.

I am encouraging you to think about offering a wearable piece of art during this holiday gift giving season. A LilyO's luxurious silk scarf.

I wear mine just about every day. A t-shirt, jeans, and my work of art, throw on a coat and away I go. Keep it simple.

Yellow Birds

Made in Thailand   100% Thai Silk

35" x 35"  

$120 

Blue Floral Vase

Made in Thailand   100% Thai Silk

35" x 35"  

$120 

La Mer

Made in Thailand   100% Thai Silk

35" x 35"  

$120 

Red Medici Vase

Made in Thailand   100% Thai Silk

35" x 35"  

$120 

Pierre, Jean Pierre, John-Boy Pierre.........

An American sports tradition honors it's heroes by promising that no other player will wear their numbers.

Small town France has a similar respect for those that have gone on to the great cafe in the sky. No one dares to sit in the venerable spot where, for better or worse, Pierre spent most of his life.

But things get problematic when you add in the chairs for the now-deceased Jean Pierre, Pierre Louis, Louis Pierre, Pierre Pierre, Bob Pierre, John-Boy Pierre.........

Bourdeilles - Paris??

Can there be similarities between Bourdeilles and Paris?

Let's start with the grey skies.

Bourdeilles has Left Bank and Right bank neighborhoods with distinct personalities in each.

Left bank neighborhood.

Right Bank neighborhood.

A monument and a church.

Shops along the main street.

Hidden passageways.

Amazing entry ways.

A public garden.

Of course an outdoor cafe. (Yes, all year round, but maybe more so on sunny days...)

And the random art installation.

Why would we ever want to leave home?

How Paris Presents Itself

For centuries, how Paris presents itself to women,

is not how it presents itself to men.


Please share if you have a minute!

Parisienne Women

 

 

Something Regional, Potluck Cartoon

An American Potluck in Paris

"I think maybe the invitation said to bring something regional."

Pot Luck in Paris

We are pulling our anchor out of the Dordogne mud and heading up to Paris this week. The big occasion is sharing Thanksgiving with a gang of jet-setting American friends. Thursday’s Thanksgiving dinner is planned for a little fish stew and scallops in a Provencal restaurant.  There will be no turkey on the menu and certainly not any of my favorite holiday treats-- cranberry sauce, Pepperidge Farm stuffing, and sweet potatoes topped with marshmallows. The upside is that the comfort of old friends will bring the spirit of Thanksgiving to our table. 

However, I am more excited about the pot luck meal that we will be having on Friday. First because it will be held in an apartment in the elegant neighborhood Henry IV built--the Place des Voges, the type of apartment that I never thought I’d set foot in. Second because this is a chance to show off some of the wonderful delicacies of “our” far-from-the-maddening crowd region-- the duck and goose capital of the world. A region of long held food traditions. They are mostly peasant traditions.  Which means that one has to expand one’s notion of edibility. 

The first contribution that came to mind was duck confit. There’s a farm over the bridge, up the road, and across the ridge that makes the best. Their confit is served in the best restaurants in the region. No need to pay Parisian shop prices. I’ll have to head up to the farm boutique to place a special order. Nothing like trying to figure out the best way to transport 15 greasy duck legs when traveling by train. 

Next sprang to mind all the really “disgusting” things that we like to eat here. Pate made with pig snouts, blood sausage, and all sorts of flavors of dry sausages.  I decided to leave these delicacies off the list. A little bit too French. Well, then there is the train ride, I am afraid the pungent odors of these wonderful foods might seep out of their packaging and cause a stampede, either to throw me off of the train or to steal my goodies. The same goes for the creamy, just so salty, goat cheese made by Louise. And what about the walnut oil that is being milled and pressed as I write. That’s a bit too heavy. Hmm, maybe I’ll tuck in a little bottle to sprinkle that unforgettable earthy taste onto a salad and steamed vegetables.

 I will go to a different farm to pick up some foie gras. Creamy, rich, foie gras. Not from the confit farm because each farm has it’s particular specialty. The decision to take foie gras leads to thinking if I should take raisin bread from here or try my chances at finding it in Paris. Because nothing is better than a slice of foie gras on a thin slice of toasted raisin bread washed down by a small, golden, glass of sweet Monbazillac wine. 

Our final contribution to this pot luck will be chocolate. Chocolates created by a MOF, Meilleur Ouvrier de France. This designation is given to only the most extraordinary artisans in France. We have the good fortune to have an exquisite chocolate shop down the road in Perigueux. This is another purchase that has to wait until the last minute. The very dainty shop keeper will fill up a box of fresh assorted chocolates, tie the box with a ribbon and I will wait with anticipation to watch the delight in my friend’s eyes as they taste these small gourmet treats. Good things come in small packages!

It will have taken a while to collect my offerings for our communal dinner, but that is half the fun. Spending a moment visiting with these local artisans, watching the flocks of birds run around the free range farms, catching a glimpse into times gone by. These farmers and artisans are a major part of the region's economy, folks keeping family recipes and techniques alive, hard workers that preserve our rural landscape.

Here at home, on many nights most everything on our plates comes from within 15 miles of Bourdeilles. It will be a great pleasure to share these same items a bit further on up the tracks in the City of Lights. Our friends will not be in the heart of our beloved region, but they sure will get a taste of the flavor of our lives. The foods that are the heart of French tradition for all celebrations. 

Happy Thanksgiving to all - especially our families that we are missing. Think of me when you open that can of whole cranberry sauce (And, please, leave the marshmallows off my side of the sweet potatoes!)

links to some of our adventures:
La Bastide d’Opio    
Vins des Pyrenees
Musee Carnavalet
Musee Gustave Moreau
Boulangerie Poilane
Chateau de Monbazillac