Le bonheur est comme un papillon : il vole sans jamais regarder en arrière. Happiness is like a butterfly: it flies away without ever looking back. [Robert Lalonde]
Life was so much simpler when I was 18. I had all the time in the world, so much so I was even bored sometimes. I could eat what I wanted without counting the calories. I could take the time doing nothing without feeling guilty because life is so short. I had no deadline, no (or barely any) bills to pay, no “real” job to worry about.
As you might be able to tell by now, I’m a bit of a ‘purist’ when it comes to food – especially French food. While the French vinaigrettes you buy in the supermarkets are OK, they just don’t taste authentically French to me. There are also a lot of preservatives in these products so here is a way to create your own French vinaigrettes using the right ingredients that will bring wholesome flavours to your salad.
Very few French women I know are likely to go on a diet, unless desperately in need of losing weight or possibly victim of obsessive body image. In France meals play a big part of your day. Firstly you need to be seated – no matter how much time you have, that time needs to be peaceful and dedicated to enjoying the food and all that goes with it = reading a good book (if you’re on your own), conversing […]
There are many debates as to why “French women don’t get fat”. I wondered why myself when I first heard about the book. So I thought about it and about what I did differently back when I lived in France. Before I continue, let’s make this clear: I don’t believe there are more slim women in France than anywhere in the World.
Show Mum how much you love her – bake her a Gateau au yaourt ! I learnt from very young that the road to someone’s heart is filled with good intentions. The intention of wanting to make someone feel special is so much more than the monetary value you might spend on it. It is genuine and priceless.
Traditionally fed to the pigs in France, the potato- pomme de terre (literally “apple of the ground”) -was sneaked onto the French’s plate by a great man called Parmentier. One particular dish I want to share with you is the gratin dauphinois. I remember back in the days the smell from the street as I arrived from school. I knew mum had made a gratin. I didn’t need to look in the oven, I knew. What a great way to make […]
Bonjour! I landed in Australia 9 years ago and have since learnt a lot in way of culture from this side of the world. I could have started with a story about Pavlova but thought I would keep this one for another time – I would like to make friends first.