The Woman Writer.

PROOF-LOW-RES-WW-Issue 73-April-14_Print Ready-1 I am known for my eleventh hour behaviours. No surprises then that I have finally submitted my “New Member Profile” to the Woman Writer, the journal for the Society of Women Writers and Journalists. Not bad going, even for me – a full 12 months after joining! Anyway its tucked away on…

April Fools Day – Poisson D’Avril

I am not entirely sure of the reason the French call April Fools Day Poisson d’Avril. I do now feel a stronger affinity with it given my surname, and seeing this mighty beast of a fish recently caught at our local Pescalis in Moncoutant, it made me remember one particular sting I was caught with…

Clarissa Dickson Wright

I was very sad to learn that Clarissa Dickson Wright has died. She was one of my all time favourite celebrity cooks, and I was fortunate enough to meet and interview her a few years ago. She was about to bring out her one pot cook book called Potty, and we spent and hour or…

A Diiferent Way To Start The Day.

In the UK, I’d always had trouble getting my husband to go to the supermarket with me. A man of guile and means, he was quick to garner a stock of plausible excuses to fend off my weekly requests for him to join me. I used to tough it out alone, and the best ever…

Food, Glorious Food.

One of the things we all love when on holiday is a good old nose around the shops, and of course France is right up there when it comes to anything to do with food. Here the word “Artisan” or craftsman is synonymous with food purveyors, and visits to emporiums like these pictured below, rarely…

Waiting For The Rain To End

The early days of February are the longest. March is a few short weeks away, yet the weather is still unkind, and we tire of being indoors after the dark months of winter. We all long to be outdoors, and enjoying the wonderful café culture France has to offer. This is one of my favourite…

Finding My Writer’s Muse.

We had an “at home” day yesterday. I had some hideous home furnishings project I had to finish, and Nick had some work to do “on the computer”. Ever the dutiful wife I politely asked him what he was doing, and ever the impolite husband he retorted. “You wouldn’t understand” He was bang on the…

Why I love France: They Say It With Food.

I am in the midst of my Sunday morning trawl through the blogsphere, and I have just read Jaqueline’s Brown’s delightful French Village Diaries. As a fellow foodie, Jacqui has posted up a lovely piece on Chandeleur – or French Pancake Day. For those that know me, I hate Winter, and refer to it sullenly…