Perhaps it's the teacher in me, or even the compulsive list-maker, but the thought of a chalkboard wall is enticing: a recipe here, a doodle there.Though in order to make the chalkboard wall all the more appealing, I would want a handwriting makeover. My current chicken scratch would not look like interior decor. It would look like a list-making nut had moved in. While we're pretending, I would request that my handwriting look like that which is ubiquitous on French café menu boards. If not a whole wall, what about a cabinet or hutch? Images borrowed from AwesomeKitchenRedux, Curbly, HiddeninFrance, CocoMale, & OutBlush.
A meal always seems more divine when written in that signature French script. I remember going to Les Halles market in Paris as as JYF student and having classic French onion soup at 3:00 a.m. and hearing trucks pull up and the driver shouting, "Les asperges sont arrivees!" Then seeing mountains of fresh asparagus.
I also remember asparagus season in Switzerland and going to out dinner to restaurants featuring asparagus with a choice of some twenty sauces written on a board again in that French script like a list of flavors at Baskin Robbins.
We all have our "madeleines" that bring back those special times, shared with friends.
Like Amélie Poulain, my life is all about the littlest pleasures: the freshest, pinkest raspberries; the deep blue of a Vermeer painting; the perfect crispness of a glass of Prosecco; the divine simplicity of an afternoon at the beach; the heavenly scent of a vanilla bean. Here I blog to celebrate the good life, la dolce vita, la belle vie. Cherish life's petits plaisirs and enrich your daily existence.
You should know that I take liberties with grammar, punctuation, & diction. Do not fear! I assure you I've been educated about the woes of abundant comma usage or the impropriety of ending a sentence with a preposition. Here, as this is not my dissertation, I write as I talk. I also make up words on occasion.
"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." -Ernest Hemingway
A meal always seems more divine when written in that signature French script. I remember going to Les Halles market in Paris as as JYF student and having classic French onion soup at 3:00 a.m. and hearing trucks pull up and the driver shouting, "Les asperges sont arrivees!" Then seeing mountains of fresh asparagus.
ReplyDeleteI also remember asparagus season in Switzerland and going to out dinner to restaurants featuring asparagus with a choice of some twenty sauces written on a board again in that French script like a list of flavors at Baskin Robbins.
We all have our "madeleines" that bring back those special times, shared with friends.