Coucou Mes Amis!
It has been quite a long while since I have last written on here. There have been many reasons for this, one which includes the fact that nothing much new has been going on.
I just finished a great few days with my cousins from Ireland. We wined and dined, literally. I had one of my favorite dishes I think I have ever had. It was a white fish, called Pollack, served with a pea purée and passion fruit purée with a side of white asparagus. Mouth watering to say the least! We also went to visit a small village called Les Eyzies, which is where you can see actual caves where cave people were. The village was gorgeous, with the beautiful river running through it, and the homes nestled into the huge rocky mountainside. Unfortunately, the cave tour is closed on Tuesdays (what a random day!), so I will try to go back next week to check them out!
The past two months or so I have been spending a lot of time with my adorable and loving landlady, or as I like to refer to her as, Madame. She has been treating me to amazing meals, and I have tried some foods that I normally never ever would experience.
As most of you know, at the age of 7 I stopped eating meat (but I decided that chicken nuggets/fingers weren't "actual" meat haha so I would be able to eat them still). I stopped because my little friend across the street told me about his experience learning where meat REALLY comes from. Ok, no, it doesn't just fall out of the sky conveniently into Safeway or Trader Joes.
But, this past summer I made the conscious decision to be more opened minded, and to fully embrace my year ahead. So, I first started it with sausages and bread pudding in Ireland. Then, I moved to the duck liver, gizzards, lamb, rabbit, and veal capital of the world.
I think I made the mistake of not telling Madame I don't eat meat, because I have now tasted the following...
- kidney
- sweet breads
-lamb
-poor baby veal
- tons of steak
- and more lamb
- maybe some things I didn't know what they were (probably better that way)
On a positive note, I now love mushrooms, and different types of fish!
In a week and a half I will be leaving this meat-loving region, and will be off to a pasta loving one! Sicily!!! I recently found my cousins in Sicily- the internet does amazing things. They are my Grandfather's first cousin's daughters (complicated, yes!), Emanuela and Chiara. I will have the pleasure of staying with them for two weeks, while going back to my family roots.
Then, I will hop on a plane back to the CA sun! So get ready :).
Until then, many hugs and much love!
Holly
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Trip to Farm: Try # 1
We have two weeks of vacation in February, so I thought rather than sticking around and not really accomplishing much, I decided to volunteer on an organic farm.
I was supposed to already be on the farm (which is 40 minutes away by train from Périgueux), but I ran into a little bump in the road...
I got to the train 30 minutes before its' departure. Then, I saw the big sign stating that the train is running 50 minutes late. Ok, no problem, I will just go sit at the café for a while to kill some time.
Two trains arrived late, and at the same time, so I was paranoid that I was going to get on the right one. I had to interrupt two high school students passionately saying their good-byes to verify I was going in the right direction.
Then, the train ended up being an additional 15 minutes late. No problem. There was no one in my car on the train. So, I put my feet up on the seat in front of me and got my book out.
After being on the train for around 20-25 minutes I hear my stop- well, at least I thought I heard my stop. "Saint Léon Sur L'Isle" they called out, and I thought they said "Saint Seurin Sur L'Isle."
Oops! First, I couldn't figure out how to open the train's door and started to panic. I even found someone's glasses, so once I finally figured out the door I ran up to the conductor and handed them over. She was really friendly and waved good-bye.
There was not a soul in sight. Granted, I did call the couple I will be working with to say that I will be late. All I could see was the train passing me by and farmland.
Oh shit! (excuse my french). Why does that sign say the wrong name. I am in the right town. There were two white benches, with no train station, just a small cement covering that had another villages name. I have never heard of this town, so I was thinking maybe they call the "correct" city two names. Fat chance!
I then hurried over to the sign that had the train hours. Mine was the last one. Stranded in the middle of the countryside with no train station and absolutely no idea where I am. I started laughing in hysterics. I then made the call to the farm, assuming they could just come pick me up. Wrong. They said it was about 50 km away and it was too far. Panic, panic... breathe...
I ended up making a few phone calls, which eased the fear of being alone in the pitch black, in the countryside, with lovely dogs howling in the background. Ok, I know I really need to start watching law/criminal shows when I'm bored.
A group of friends picked me up about an hour later in their car. What saviors! I then spent the night in my own bed, and I am writing you just before I head off again to try making it to the farm for the SECOND time.
The next time I will write I will be telling you how the milking cows and goats, making cheese, and becoming a farmer in rainy France went :).
Happy Valentine's Day and sending birthday wishes to my little, big brother, Trev! :)
Much love.
I was supposed to already be on the farm (which is 40 minutes away by train from Périgueux), but I ran into a little bump in the road...
I got to the train 30 minutes before its' departure. Then, I saw the big sign stating that the train is running 50 minutes late. Ok, no problem, I will just go sit at the café for a while to kill some time.
Two trains arrived late, and at the same time, so I was paranoid that I was going to get on the right one. I had to interrupt two high school students passionately saying their good-byes to verify I was going in the right direction.
Then, the train ended up being an additional 15 minutes late. No problem. There was no one in my car on the train. So, I put my feet up on the seat in front of me and got my book out.
After being on the train for around 20-25 minutes I hear my stop- well, at least I thought I heard my stop. "Saint Léon Sur L'Isle" they called out, and I thought they said "Saint Seurin Sur L'Isle."
Oops! First, I couldn't figure out how to open the train's door and started to panic. I even found someone's glasses, so once I finally figured out the door I ran up to the conductor and handed them over. She was really friendly and waved good-bye.
There was not a soul in sight. Granted, I did call the couple I will be working with to say that I will be late. All I could see was the train passing me by and farmland.
Oh shit! (excuse my french). Why does that sign say the wrong name. I am in the right town. There were two white benches, with no train station, just a small cement covering that had another villages name. I have never heard of this town, so I was thinking maybe they call the "correct" city two names. Fat chance!
I then hurried over to the sign that had the train hours. Mine was the last one. Stranded in the middle of the countryside with no train station and absolutely no idea where I am. I started laughing in hysterics. I then made the call to the farm, assuming they could just come pick me up. Wrong. They said it was about 50 km away and it was too far. Panic, panic... breathe...
I ended up making a few phone calls, which eased the fear of being alone in the pitch black, in the countryside, with lovely dogs howling in the background. Ok, I know I really need to start watching law/criminal shows when I'm bored.
A group of friends picked me up about an hour later in their car. What saviors! I then spent the night in my own bed, and I am writing you just before I head off again to try making it to the farm for the SECOND time.
The next time I will write I will be telling you how the milking cows and goats, making cheese, and becoming a farmer in rainy France went :).
Happy Valentine's Day and sending birthday wishes to my little, big brother, Trev! :)
Much love.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Ça caille! (it's so cold that the milk will curdle!)
So, Christmas came and went with a blink of an eye, and I have not probably made a "shout-out" to my amazing family and friends that made it so special. Yes, my dear Dad (some may refer to him as the man in show business, or joe schmoe) bought me a ticket home as a surprise!
I told A.J, one of very special brothers (and I cannot forgot to mention that he is a single bagpiper, who wants a girl that has a sweet voice, can drive, not too talk, and that likes the bagpipes), that I would write about our awesome trip to Target for the stocking stuffers- yes, Dad said he would fly my home on one condition, I do his shopping for him, and this year my mom added "santa" to his list, which meant I had to buy the things for the stockings (and which also meant, I am getting older, and waking up to Santa's stockings was no longer a surprise!) :)
So, A.J. and I spent around 3 hours in Target trying to find the "perfect" fillers. We went down every isle at least 3 times just to make sure we didn't forget anything. It was such a fun bonding experience! I think our Dad will even be so kind to let us endure the fun again next year of going to Target 2 days before Christmas at 10 pm :). Regardless of the stress, the mission was accomplished and we had a lot of fun doing it (wow, I am so much grateful for my mom doing that job all of those years!).
Our cart consisted of a wide array of treasures; candy (sorry, Poppy), socks, underwear, cookies, colognes, aprons, cd's. A.J. was a great help! Thanks, A.J.!
Shortly after returning to France in January, my dear friend, Mo, can to visit here in Périgueux. We had a blast, and it was so nice having someone's constant company. One weekend we decided to rent a car, with my friend, Suzanne, from New York. The car was really inexpensive since we rented it online, but we did a couple of silly things, like registering it for a day too much, and then, not realizing that there was a mileage limit and it was 30 cents extra for every kilometer over (that turned out to be 50 euros none of us girls anticipated on forking out).
Well, I obviously should have paid more attention to when both my dad and brother tried to teach me how to drive stick, because Mo ended up driving all three days. Actually I did try to build up the courage to give it a go, by driving around in the Marriot's parking lot, but I was too worried to risk it.
The first day we went to Toulouse and ended up staying at a 4 star Marriot and with Mo's employee discount only had to pay 30 euros! The city of Toulouse was not my favorite that I have been to in France. It is not "traditionally" French, at least in reference to the architecture; the buildings were all made out of brick. There was security guards everywhere and it was actually quite dirty. I think I was picturing it to be a smaller city with more of a warm feel to it.
Toulouse is famous for their violet flavored and scented things. Many of you may have tried the violet flavored gum they used to sell in candy shops. Violets are a very delicate flower are fall apart easily when you pick them. One day a family decided to store the fallen petals in sugar, and then one thing led to another and now the city is known for their tasty violet candies and other sweets.
That night we found a local pub alongside the canal, and we ended up having an awesome time. The music was awesome and the people were really friendly. Then, we went to a little pizzeria on the way back to the hotel. The girls made a mistake by letting me sit with the pizza, because little did they know the Italian in me would sneak out and steal almost all the olives off the top- sorry! :).
The next day we were off to Pau, which I visited with the Stenzel's when I was 12. Since all of us are on some sort of budget, we decided to take the non-toll roads. Best idea yet! It was stunning (and it was my turn to sit in the front passenger seat) with the view of the Pyrenne's Mountains on the left and the endless fields on the right. The air was so crisp and clean. We stopped at a castle and a chocolate shop along the way.
While on route, we say the sign for Loudres, which is a Catholic/Christian sacred place where it is said Mary appeared. I also went there when I was 12, but I thought would be well worth the 30 minute detour to see it as an adult. It was well worth it. All around the sight were benches that had labels, which designated them for the sick. There were people of all ages and background, all coming together for one puropse, to pray. There were stores everywhere selling little plastic and glass containers to collect the Holy Water to bring home to loved ones. The Water is said to heal people. It was a really moving experience, and if you are ever in the south of France you should go.
Next was Pau, and there we stayed in a Best Western that was adorable- and the best part was that it included an awesome breakfast! In Pau we ate at a tasty Italian restaurant. Well, actually, I didn't like mine too much because I could have sworn the cream sauce was made out of foie gras- a.k.a. duck liver. But, the banana split was definitely something to write home about- extra sprinkles and whipped cream!- that's what happens when Mo makes friends with the waiter :).
Bayonne was next on our list for Sunday, and aside from the cold and cloudy weather, the town itself and the architecture were once again not typically french. The buildings looked more German and they were along a canal. It was beautiful.
Then, our handy google maps on my phone showed that Biarritz was only 15 minutes away. Score! There we were, sidetracking again. We loved it! Right on the ocean, with amazing look-out points. Biarritz is on the Atlantic Coast and is known for there great surf. I am definitely going back when it is warmer.
While making our voyage back, with Mo still driving, we decided once again to take the non-pay roads. I was nice and cosy in the back, dosing off every now and then, when all of a sudden I woke up to policemen waving us over to pull onto the side of the road. Oops!!!
"Ok, girls, pretend like you don't speak French." I don't know whether that was Suz's or Mo's idea, but it was a brilliant one. The two strapping men in uniforms demanded, "turn off your engine, please." Me and Suz reminding ourselves don't speak French, don't speak French. "Turn off your engine," he said once again, but this time in English.
Uh oh... hahaha. "your driver's permit, please." I was trying to hard not to laugh in the back. Lucky for us, the policemen were thrilled we were foreigners from California driving through their tiny village out in the middle of nowhere. I think it did help that Mo kept on smiling at him; she even considered offering them our cookies in the back but then, decided against it.
He told us that normally, when a person is driving 50 mph in a 30 zone, in France they normally take away your license there on the spot, and you have to stay with them until you have a court date- I think he meant in the town, and not in their jail, but luckily we didn't have to find out. Shortly after, we were on the road again, listening to the French radio station that loved playing "Somewhere over the rainbow," the Hawaiian artist's newer version, that I think came out in the US 3 years ago and is now just getting popular here!
Us girls had a great trip, with many fond memories made. Just be careful speeding in France, they take themselves very seriously.
This weekend...
This has been a completely relaxed and non-stress weekend consisting of several baguettes and desserts :). First, was the traditional and very yummy crème brulée, then, the Prince Noir (black prince), which was crème brulée covered in chocolate mousse with candied cherries, and a chocolate fondant (oh my goodness, it was sinful!); and lastly, the raspberry soufflée tart (oh my goodness, again!).
Don't you worry though, I will not need to be rolled through customs in April, I have been going to the gym!
Last night a few friends and I went to the new and upcoming "swanky" bar in Périgueux. The ambiance was amazing with the 15th century stone walls and high ceilings. One thing that I didn't like there was seeing a pregnant woman, probably around 5 months, drinking her wine and going out her occasional smoke. Probably about half of my students smoke, or maybe even more. There is a huge sticker on cigarette boxes which says, SMOKING KILLS, but it does not have very profound impact obviously. It is quite funny because they make fun of Americans for being "straight-edged" and not smoking- it's quite ironic.
Well, that's it for now. I hope you are all having a good weekend.
xoxo
I told A.J, one of very special brothers (and I cannot forgot to mention that he is a single bagpiper, who wants a girl that has a sweet voice, can drive, not too talk, and that likes the bagpipes), that I would write about our awesome trip to Target for the stocking stuffers- yes, Dad said he would fly my home on one condition, I do his shopping for him, and this year my mom added "santa" to his list, which meant I had to buy the things for the stockings (and which also meant, I am getting older, and waking up to Santa's stockings was no longer a surprise!) :)
So, A.J. and I spent around 3 hours in Target trying to find the "perfect" fillers. We went down every isle at least 3 times just to make sure we didn't forget anything. It was such a fun bonding experience! I think our Dad will even be so kind to let us endure the fun again next year of going to Target 2 days before Christmas at 10 pm :). Regardless of the stress, the mission was accomplished and we had a lot of fun doing it (wow, I am so much grateful for my mom doing that job all of those years!).
Our cart consisted of a wide array of treasures; candy (sorry, Poppy), socks, underwear, cookies, colognes, aprons, cd's. A.J. was a great help! Thanks, A.J.!
Shortly after returning to France in January, my dear friend, Mo, can to visit here in Périgueux. We had a blast, and it was so nice having someone's constant company. One weekend we decided to rent a car, with my friend, Suzanne, from New York. The car was really inexpensive since we rented it online, but we did a couple of silly things, like registering it for a day too much, and then, not realizing that there was a mileage limit and it was 30 cents extra for every kilometer over (that turned out to be 50 euros none of us girls anticipated on forking out).
Well, I obviously should have paid more attention to when both my dad and brother tried to teach me how to drive stick, because Mo ended up driving all three days. Actually I did try to build up the courage to give it a go, by driving around in the Marriot's parking lot, but I was too worried to risk it.
The first day we went to Toulouse and ended up staying at a 4 star Marriot and with Mo's employee discount only had to pay 30 euros! The city of Toulouse was not my favorite that I have been to in France. It is not "traditionally" French, at least in reference to the architecture; the buildings were all made out of brick. There was security guards everywhere and it was actually quite dirty. I think I was picturing it to be a smaller city with more of a warm feel to it.
Toulouse is famous for their violet flavored and scented things. Many of you may have tried the violet flavored gum they used to sell in candy shops. Violets are a very delicate flower are fall apart easily when you pick them. One day a family decided to store the fallen petals in sugar, and then one thing led to another and now the city is known for their tasty violet candies and other sweets.
That night we found a local pub alongside the canal, and we ended up having an awesome time. The music was awesome and the people were really friendly. Then, we went to a little pizzeria on the way back to the hotel. The girls made a mistake by letting me sit with the pizza, because little did they know the Italian in me would sneak out and steal almost all the olives off the top- sorry! :).
The next day we were off to Pau, which I visited with the Stenzel's when I was 12. Since all of us are on some sort of budget, we decided to take the non-toll roads. Best idea yet! It was stunning (and it was my turn to sit in the front passenger seat) with the view of the Pyrenne's Mountains on the left and the endless fields on the right. The air was so crisp and clean. We stopped at a castle and a chocolate shop along the way.
While on route, we say the sign for Loudres, which is a Catholic/Christian sacred place where it is said Mary appeared. I also went there when I was 12, but I thought would be well worth the 30 minute detour to see it as an adult. It was well worth it. All around the sight were benches that had labels, which designated them for the sick. There were people of all ages and background, all coming together for one puropse, to pray. There were stores everywhere selling little plastic and glass containers to collect the Holy Water to bring home to loved ones. The Water is said to heal people. It was a really moving experience, and if you are ever in the south of France you should go.
Next was Pau, and there we stayed in a Best Western that was adorable- and the best part was that it included an awesome breakfast! In Pau we ate at a tasty Italian restaurant. Well, actually, I didn't like mine too much because I could have sworn the cream sauce was made out of foie gras- a.k.a. duck liver. But, the banana split was definitely something to write home about- extra sprinkles and whipped cream!- that's what happens when Mo makes friends with the waiter :).
Bayonne was next on our list for Sunday, and aside from the cold and cloudy weather, the town itself and the architecture were once again not typically french. The buildings looked more German and they were along a canal. It was beautiful.
Then, our handy google maps on my phone showed that Biarritz was only 15 minutes away. Score! There we were, sidetracking again. We loved it! Right on the ocean, with amazing look-out points. Biarritz is on the Atlantic Coast and is known for there great surf. I am definitely going back when it is warmer.
While making our voyage back, with Mo still driving, we decided once again to take the non-pay roads. I was nice and cosy in the back, dosing off every now and then, when all of a sudden I woke up to policemen waving us over to pull onto the side of the road. Oops!!!
"Ok, girls, pretend like you don't speak French." I don't know whether that was Suz's or Mo's idea, but it was a brilliant one. The two strapping men in uniforms demanded, "turn off your engine, please." Me and Suz reminding ourselves don't speak French, don't speak French. "Turn off your engine," he said once again, but this time in English.
Uh oh... hahaha. "your driver's permit, please." I was trying to hard not to laugh in the back. Lucky for us, the policemen were thrilled we were foreigners from California driving through their tiny village out in the middle of nowhere. I think it did help that Mo kept on smiling at him; she even considered offering them our cookies in the back but then, decided against it.
He told us that normally, when a person is driving 50 mph in a 30 zone, in France they normally take away your license there on the spot, and you have to stay with them until you have a court date- I think he meant in the town, and not in their jail, but luckily we didn't have to find out. Shortly after, we were on the road again, listening to the French radio station that loved playing "Somewhere over the rainbow," the Hawaiian artist's newer version, that I think came out in the US 3 years ago and is now just getting popular here!
Us girls had a great trip, with many fond memories made. Just be careful speeding in France, they take themselves very seriously.
This weekend...
This has been a completely relaxed and non-stress weekend consisting of several baguettes and desserts :). First, was the traditional and very yummy crème brulée, then, the Prince Noir (black prince), which was crème brulée covered in chocolate mousse with candied cherries, and a chocolate fondant (oh my goodness, it was sinful!); and lastly, the raspberry soufflée tart (oh my goodness, again!).
Don't you worry though, I will not need to be rolled through customs in April, I have been going to the gym!
Last night a few friends and I went to the new and upcoming "swanky" bar in Périgueux. The ambiance was amazing with the 15th century stone walls and high ceilings. One thing that I didn't like there was seeing a pregnant woman, probably around 5 months, drinking her wine and going out her occasional smoke. Probably about half of my students smoke, or maybe even more. There is a huge sticker on cigarette boxes which says, SMOKING KILLS, but it does not have very profound impact obviously. It is quite funny because they make fun of Americans for being "straight-edged" and not smoking- it's quite ironic.
Well, that's it for now. I hope you are all having a good weekend.
xoxo
Thursday, January 20, 2011
The Case of the Missing BOOT in a POT
It all started one winter day in Périgueux when I went to pick up my boot from the shoe repairman and my pot that I had left at my friend's house. As usual I was carrying around things that weighed about half as much as I do, so I decided to leave my newly collected items downstairs in the entry way until the next time I ventured down the four flights, of what at times seem to be never-ending, stairs.
The light rarely comes on when I enter the apartment building (a.k.a. old chateau), so I soon forgot about my random items hiding in the dark. The next morning, I popped out of bed, "Oh yeah, I forgot my boot and the pot downstairs, I should go get them."
I then casually walked downstairs to find what appeared to be an empty entrance. "Where on earth could they possibly be? No one would want to steal ONE boot and a pot." I looked in the "secret" cabinet that Madame hides things in while she is in between loads. Madame uses this cabinet because a few years ago, the butcher left a roasted chicken the the entry way for her, but, when she went to get it, it was gone! Someone stole her chicken. If someone is that desperate to steal an elderly woman's chicken, they better be damn well hungry (excuse my French).
But, what could they do with the boot? I went back up to my apartment to search, just in case I brought them up when I was really tired the night before and forgot. Wrong. The pot and the boot were no where in sight!
My friend, Tyler, and I told Madame we would make her a Christmas dinner since we would both be away for the Holidays. So, the afternoon of the missing boot, we made a big meal. She was so cute in her Christmas sweater and bright red lipstick. Madame was undoubtedly proud to have us try the paté and foie gras; it was adorable. As many of you know though, I am not a big meat eater, so, it came down to me putting on a tiny bit of foie gras on a huge slice of bread; oops, that mission was unsuccessful! She said, "Holly, you are only supposed to have a very small piece of bread with a lot of foie gras"- I guess I wasn't as sneaky as I had thought.
I then asked Madame if she had seen my M.I.A. items. She was so confused at first, and I think she thought we were having another language barrier and/or culture clash- I must have sounded a bit "coo-coo." When she initially understood what was going on, she was laughing hysterically, but that quickly turned to rage! There is a thief in the building.
Throughout rest of the afternoon she mentioned the boot about 10 times and was so perplexed. "A boot in a pot, is that right? Someone must have stolen them! This is so strange." You're telling me! Eventually she suggested I ask the creepy neighbor next door to see if he had possibly stumbled across them.
Knock, knock, knock... "Excuse me, I know this is strange, but did you possibly find a pot with a boot in it?" That was a negative.
I then went to search for my boot again in my apartment. When I was about to walk back into Madame's, the neighbor appeared. "I have found your pot." Wait, what on earth?! He told me he didn't find them, and why does he only have my pot?
"My girlfriend took it last night." I was nearly speechless... "Ok, so she has the boot then?"
"No, she can't remember if she found it too, or if it was just the pot." This was getting stranger by the second.
"Let's go ask her about it, and I can look in the apartment." No luck, once again.
In the end, my boot did reappear later that evening. I was walking out of Madame's front door, when I saw my boot rested against her wall. I guess my neighbor's girlfriend realized that there isn't much you can do with one boot.
While the case is now solved, and my boot is back safely in my closet, the reason behind the stealing of the boot and pot will forever remain a mystery at the Chateau of Madame Henniquin.
** The meal was delicious. We had green beans with onions and mushrooms, potato and carrot purée, lamb, baguettes (of course!), raspberry tart, walnut cake, and amazing wine.
After the meal we sang Christmas carols as Madame played along on the piano. It was really special.**
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