Eat like a French Baby

Willy Ronis, Le Petit Parisien, 1952

A few months ago, Pamela Druckerman's Bringing Up Bébé received media attention for her somewhat controversial views on French parenting.  The American living in Paris presented her own experiences with French child-rearing guidelines about sleep, discipline and food.  While I didn't agree with all of her theories, I did find myself nodding "oui, oui" as she discussed how French children eat.

Pretty Monday: House in the Trees

"I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do."  ~Willa Cather, 1913


One of the many things I have in common with octogenarians is my love of 60 Minutes and CBS Sunday Morning.  Both programs always enlighten me, cause me to ponder and offer some form of visual delight.  

On a recent Sunday Morning dedicated to summer pleasures, a segment pondered the childhood fantasy of a treehouse.  What kid doesn't dream of creating a hideaway, up in the trees?  

At the Movies: Moonrise Kingdom

Since I had a baby nearly a year ago, I have not been to a real movie in a real theater.  Pre-kiddo, this was my favorite introvert pastime: movie-going, all by myself (usually with a secret stash of Twizzlers).  Suffice it to say, returning to the theater this time around was a carefully planned affair.  I had to choose wisely.  It was critical not to waste my first movie experience in a year on some cinematic dud. And, chose wisely, I did.  

Flowers for Friday

Van Gogh, Sunflowers, 1888

Today I bought a bunch of sunflowers.  Normally, I wouldn't purchase these big, hearty blooms, but I've been reading about Van Gogh and had sunflowers on my mind.  I arranged them in a champagne bucket for the perfect mix of country and classy. They've been smiling at me ever since. 

Cocktail du jour: Sinful Cherry Limeade

If you have ever lived within an hour of a Sonic drive-in, you know their famous beverage the cherry limeade.  A little bit tart and a touch sweet, the cherry limeade may just be the perfect summer drink.  It is nostalgic too, reminiscent of something you'd order at an old soda fountain from a waitress named Lou. 

Ode to the Library

The medicine chest of the soul.
— Inscription at the Library of Thebes

As a little girl, I remember making regular trips to our small library to select a new batch of books.  These memories are especially strong in the summer when I recall afternoons spent sitting in circles on the floor, sharing books with other children and listening to animated librarians tell tales of magic and mischief, princesses and pirates.  

Pretty Monday: Coffee Spots

"A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked." -Anaïs Nin

Monday after a holiday week and I'm betting it is a bit manic. Before I even begin to think about my daily to-dos, I prep, percolate and pour myself a steaming cup of French Roast. Suffice it to say, coffee is first on my mind today (and all other days).  It brings me joy.  The routine of it, the taste of it, the smell of it. Ah, delicious coffee!

 

Notes from Nora

Since we lost Nora Ephron last week, there have been tributes circulated in print and on screen, lauding her relatable wit and quietly profound wisdom.  Like many women, her films (and moreover her words) always got me.  Whenever I find myself channel surfing, even though I've seen You've Got Mail and Julie and Julia more times than I can admit, I always stop the remote.  I inevitably get pulled in.  A few movie minutes with a Nora Ephron film is like lunch with an old favorite friend.

Taste Treats: Almond Croissants

I do not believe in eating cereal on Saturdays.  Use your nice plates, make something special, top the table with a vase of flowers.  Announce the arrival of the weekend with a breakfast extraordinary. 

Cocktail du jour: Pink Paloma

Well technically, it's just a margarita made with pink grapefruit juice. But somewhere along the line, I heard this cocktail called a Paloma.  That is so much lovelier.  And when ordering cocktails, it's all in the name, right?  One could not possibly sound elegant ordering a "Sex on the Beach" or "Zombie" from the barkeep.  Let's stick to "Manhattans" and "Old Fashioneds" and now, introducing the classiest tequila-gal on the block: the "Paloma."

Patriotic Places

"My dream is of a place and a time where America will once again be seen as the last best hope of earth."  -Abraham Lincoln 

Relatively new to this state, it always shocks me when I discover how few of my fellow Californians have really traveled beyond San Diego or San Francisco.  Granted, this state has myriad sleepy beach towns and plenty of wilderness to explore, but the rest of America has so much history, culture and nature to offer us.  

Marion Anderson giving a concert in front of the Lincoln Memorial in 1939

A grand case of Francophilia aside, I believe it is an American obligation to see as much of this great land as we can.  Growing up in Missouri and getting educated in Tennessee and Texas has provided me that opportunity.  I feel immensely fortunate to have spent summers wading in Arkansas creeks, climbing in the caves of Chattanooga and warming my feet on the white sands of the Gulf Coast.  

Flowers for Friday

When I buy my weekly flowers, I gravitate to the simplicity of a gerber daisy.  They are ordinary and youthful and lovely.  I remember as a girl being delighted by the bright, vivacious hues of these happy flowers.  The daisies seem so innocent and remind me of young girls plucking petals and reciting, "he loves me, he loves me not."  Today I mixed the joyful blooms with some summery pink and orange snapdragons to create an explosion of warm colors. 

Nightly Rituals

Now that my sweet baby has been a part of our lives for almost a year, my husband and I find ourselves carving out time for solitude (or "coupletude") in the evening hours. Always one to embrace little rituals, our baby has made me even more devoted those moments throughout the day where I can recharge my proverbial batteries.  When I allow myself time and space to think and dream, I am a more fun and energetic mom, a more devoted wife and a more passionate teacher.  I try not to underestimate the value of an evening doing exactly what I want.

Pretty Monday: Sweet Dreams

“She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.” -Rebecca Wells, The Divine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood


I know it is only Monday, but I am dreaming of a nice, long nap after a nice, long weekend of activity. 

In a hammock by the sea or a puffy, comfy bed layered with pillows, I would adore a snooze somewhere pretty.  The Spanish are definitely onto something wonderful with their lovely afternoon siestas.  A mid-afternoon sleepy solitude break is just what I need today.  Until my own darling baby finds her own nap-time routine, I shall just dream of these sweet, dreamy nooks.

Brunching: Cherries Jubliee Pancakes

Pancakes are a weekend staple in our household.  Sorry short-cut takers, but I do not believe in Bisquick.  Pancakes are simple to make from scratch and adding your own ingredients allows you to change the recipe slightly to enhance new flavors.

Girl with Cherries by Giovanni Ambrogio de Predis, ca. 1491-95

Since cherries have just come into season, we find ourselves snacking on Bing variety most nights after dinner.  This morning I wanted something a bit more exciting.  

Cocktail du jour: Pomegranate Cosmo

There really needs to be a cleverer name for this cocktail, but I couldn't think of one.  Pomeranian?  No, that's a white, fussy purse dog.  Pozmo?  Nope, lame.  Well, maybe I've had one too many to be clever.  What I can tell you is that these are tasty!

Picnicking

Georges Seurat, A Sunday Afternoon on La Grande Jatte, 1884

Wherever you live, you simply must have a picnic at some point this summer.  Pack up a lunch, put together some delicious bites and head outside.  

A Dress Code

"Adornment is never anything except a reflection of the heart."  ~Gabrielle "Coco" Chanel

Over the weekend, as I sat in my overly-stretched stretchy pants and old Coldplay concert t-shirt (which is not quite old enough to be cool and vintage just old enough to be gross), I read Annette Tapert's "Always Dress to Impress" in the Wall Street Journal.  The article gently chastised those of us who run errands in yoga pants, fetch our children in the dreaded mom jeans or fanny about with a greasy ponytail sans makeup.

Ode to Dad

Things my daddio taught me:

• it's never too late to change course 
• try to eat local, organic food as often as possible but don't fret if you occasionally consume grape soda and Doritos
• the comedy duo of Bing Crosby and Bob Hope transcend generational boundaries
• NPR is usually the best choice on the radio
• you are never too full for a good piece of dark chocolate
• be open to change 
• Jacques Pepin has a lot to teach us
• the most insulting term you should ever call anyone is "dork-butt"
• a visit to a museum is always a good idea
• never stop learning
• asparagus and brussels sprouts are, in fact, delicious
• you can't beat a Yellow Labrador as a best friend
• the films at the art theater are usually superior to those at the megaplex
• Dumb and Dumber will make you laugh until you snort (and it's okay to contradict yourself sometimes...see previous bullet point)
• read both the Wall Street Journal and The New Yorker to balance yourself out
• people who park crooked in their parking spots are called "diagonerds"
• watch Public Television, you will learn something new
• you can love both Chopin and OutKast 
• "Lack of planning on your behalf does not constitute an emergency on my behalf."
• be kind

Peaches and Cream

One of my favorite breakfasts as a little girl was an instant pack of "Peaches and Cream" Quaker oatmeal.  There were neither peaches nor cream in those little paper packets, but the result was something that warmed my belly and readied me for a long day ahead.

Flowers for Friday

“Nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small it takes time - we haven't time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.” -Georgia O'Keeffe

Georgia O'Keeffe, Pink Tulip, 1926

Cocktail du jour: The Classic Margarita

Confession: from time to time, I watch an episode of the Real Housewives of _______. On a recent train wreck episode (aren't they all?) of the RHONY (that'd be the Real Housewives of New York for those of you who don't rot your brains on Bravo), one of the gals mentioned that she thought "tequila was the only alcohol that was an upper."  

Well, I have found no scientific evidence to support this claim, but I have consumed a few margaritas in my day.  And, I do have scientific evidence to support the fact that: a) they are delicious & b) they make me smile.

Mine, All Mine: Personalized Spaces

In the South, most anything that isn't nailed down (and well, a few things that are) can be suitable for a monogram: button-down shirts, baby frocks, totes, pillows, towels, upholstery.  

I Spy Something Blue

"Oh, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue/As someone somewhere sings about the sky." -Lord Byron

Pink may be my signature color, but the cool, beachy serenity of aqua is what soothes me most.  The colors of the sea and sky fill my own home.  Whether with a slight patina like the ceiling of an old Southern manor or crisp and saturated like a fresh, new tile floor, shades of aqua can't help but put a little spring in your step.

Pour le bébé

I have no plans of turning this blog into a mommy-zone, sharing stories of diaper woes or onesie wonders.  But...I am a mom now.  It's inescapable.  I cannot separate Pink Frenchie from Maaaammmmaawwww (that's how my own bébé says it these days).  So from time to time, I do want to share some special finds for the petits people in your life.

Berthe Morisot, The Cradle, 1872