Each year, for the Epiphany festivities and no matter your religion, there is the same national debate : basically France is divided between the southerners who are "brioche des rois" lovers and the northerners who could not have anything but Galette des rois filled with almond cream. And don't even get me started with : almond, pistachio, or raspberry filling ? Round or square-shaped ? And how many porcelain beans inside ? Anyway, you know me, I only aspire to peace in the world, so...I chose both : actually, while typing this brioche recipe, I was baking a galette for my friends from my local Book Club. (yes, a scoop: I also feed my brain !).
But how to keep up with insatiable little appetites especially if you want your children to read or be read to in French?
 Fabric Bordeaux placemat |
The name lavender comes from the Latin root lavare, which means "to wash". It may be because it was frequently used in Roman baths to help purify the body and spirit.
You may have admired the beautiful and colorful linens mostly from France and Belgium that grace tables in magazines and elegant dinner tables. They are likely jacquard fabric. But what is Jacquard, or rather who was he?
The late 18th century saw the industrial revolution replace cottage industries.
In the textile industry looms and weaving machines were introduced to mass produce large quantities of fabric. But the new machines could not compete with skilled manual workers to weave cloth with complex pattern. The Jacquard Loom provided a solution to this problem. see following
Avignon in Photos
Very cool blog about Avignon and its festival
My friend Robin is in Paris, yeah !…Last Tuesday I took her to my fav' part of Paris : the Aligre Market and its neighborhood. She wanted to see all the places I had mentioned on my blog in a specific post about “my off the beaten path Paris”.
I am sure you are thinking “OK, nice story, but what does it have to do with lemonade ???”. Well, that day, after having pounced on Moisan pastries, gotten drunk at “Le Baron Rouge” wine bar, I took her to “le Pause Café Bastille” where her traveling companion Chris ordered a lemonade. see following
