dimanche 10 novembre 2013
Dans la serie cuisine
Malo prepare les gauffres liegioses pour la famille. Leftovers were frozen to be shared with Lena but Laurent and I ate them after the kids went to bed.
lundi 30 septembre 2013
For the Frenchies who lived in the States (or the lucky ones who are still over there)
Based on Kate's advice, I was wandering on this blog (while streaming WEQX, yeah!)
http://www.davidlebovitz.com/
when I found the hilarious paragraph talking about the way you're supposed to get dressed to go to the bakery (recollection of Mike and Sima going to Starbucks on Saturday morning in their PJs or of Malo not wanting to get dressed in his PJ for PJ day at school - lasted just for the first year and never occured to Toinou). The paragraph on the ice is almost as good as us getting upset because of the frozen water we were served when the AC was already freezing us to the bones.
Visiting and dining in Paris all boils down to one rule: How You Get Treated is Directly Proportional to the Way that you Behave and Present Yourself.
It’s taken me a few years to get used to the fact that I can’t run to the corner bakery for bread wearing sweatpants and flipflops, nor can I wolf down pastries on the métro without getting disapproving stares. So don’t be afraid to dress a bit better than you would at home and to practice a few words of your high-school French. Believe me, even the feeblest attempt at a little French will take you much further than you can imagine in Paris.
Here are some tips and answers to many commonly asked questions:
Ice is rarely given, although if you’re lucky, you may get a cube. Asking for a lot of ice will generally means an extra cube.
http://www.davidlebovitz.com/
when I found the hilarious paragraph talking about the way you're supposed to get dressed to go to the bakery (recollection of Mike and Sima going to Starbucks on Saturday morning in their PJs or of Malo not wanting to get dressed in his PJ for PJ day at school - lasted just for the first year and never occured to Toinou). The paragraph on the ice is almost as good as us getting upset because of the frozen water we were served when the AC was already freezing us to the bones.
Visiting and dining in Paris all boils down to one rule: How You Get Treated is Directly Proportional to the Way that you Behave and Present Yourself.
It’s taken me a few years to get used to the fact that I can’t run to the corner bakery for bread wearing sweatpants and flipflops, nor can I wolf down pastries on the métro without getting disapproving stares. So don’t be afraid to dress a bit better than you would at home and to practice a few words of your high-school French. Believe me, even the feeblest attempt at a little French will take you much further than you can imagine in Paris.
Here are some tips and answers to many commonly asked questions:
Water and Wine
It’s never required that you order a pricey bottle of water. Be like the French and ask for a carafe d’eau. If you want to order a bottle of water, ask for gazeuse (with gas) or plat (flat, without gas). Be sure to specify when you order. Would you go into a restaurant in the United States and tell a waiter “I’ll have a soda”?Ice is rarely given, although if you’re lucky, you may get a cube. Asking for a lot of ice will generally means an extra cube.
lundi 23 septembre 2013
La coupe Icare
Premier dimanche passé à autre chose que de s'occuper de la maison de Rives (heureusement que pour les autres, il y avait eu les repas chouettes du dimanche midi qui mettaient un peu de joie dans le week-end) : en route pour la coupe Icare ! Les gars ont marché comme des chamois dans la montagne, nous avons assisté à des spectacles de voltige à parapente ou en avion, c'était magnifique !
| Les couleurs des voiles dans le ciel bleu |
| Pilote d'un avion de chasse |
| Essai d'arbalètes au stand des chevaliers |
| On va aller tout en haut de la falaise |
| Et comme ni Lolo, ni Maud ne sont patientes, ce ne sera pas avec le funiculaire (trop de monde) |
| La vue sur Belledone |
Acrobate la chatte
Un deal est un deal, nous aurons un chat quand nous serons en France. Ca permet de faire passer les pilules (pas toutes mais ça adoucit, eg Fred et Cats si vous ne vous montrez pas bientôt, la bouteille de rouge ouverte le vendredi en arrivant va tourner au vinaigre, c'est pas bon, hein ???). Toujours est-il que ce chat est attendu... Lorette est arrivée tard vendredi dernier, les gars sont donc allés se coucher avant son arrivée mais tous les deux avaient bien retenu : "Maman, quand on se réveillera, on aura un chat parce que Lolo va nous en amener un"."Pas sûr... et si elle n'avait pas eu le temps". Ben si, elle est arrivée avec une chatte tremblante et prostrée, toute petite, toute belle. Un peu épuisée tellement elle reçoit de câlins !
dimanche 22 septembre 2013
vendredi 6 septembre 2013
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