One of biggest differences between La France and Les States is the drastic difference in space. In France, each metre carré, or square meter, has bragging rights. Things like fondue fountains and Easy Bake Ovens don’t exist because there’s never a garage or attic to stuff them away. But I must admit to being very lucky indeed. Along with the ultimate luxury of holding out both of my arms and twirling without touching the walls, we also have room in our new kitchen for a very narrow marble bistro table for 4. So dining chez nous is nothing less than a dinner and a pirouette. Although there is nothing more intimate than being seated to eat on the host’s bed in France, there is something a little more comfortable and convivial about crowding into the kitchen for a little carpaccio/frites.
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In fact, your painting is so enticing that I am going to prepare an exact replica of it for my husband and me tomorrow. A friend gave us some wonderful tomatoes from hia garden and I even have knives made in France which are similar to the ones you have painted. Red wine is always available at our home. Yummmm or should I write….bon appetit?
Thank you, Cynthia. I’m happy to have such an attentive reader as you.
Bises,
Jessie
Jessie, I enjoy your writings/musings (can’t quite “take a shine” to the word “blog/blogger”,somehow). Your watercolors are wonderful! Since I am old enough to be your grandmother, maybe you won’t mind if I make one small comment: “being seated to eat” is what I think you meant to write. Mille mercis. Bises, Cynthia