So much to tell you. As I've mentioned on several occasions, I keep my Ben notebook filled with ideas to entertain and edify us in this space. Recently however I've been sidetracked by Ines, the royal wedding, Macha (my dog, doing much better btw) and Ines again.
Therefore, we definitely need headlines today to keep us organized and allow easy access to subjects which may have more or less interest for you.
Chocolate Keeps Us Young
A recent article in Top Sante magazine praises the properties of chocolat noir (noir and only noir as we know), however this may be the best news we've had in decades.
Clarification and qualification: our dark chocolate must be in its purest form. It cannot be frosting on a cupcake for example.
In brief -- you don't want the long story.
1.) Chocolate is an antidepresseur naturel. How about that? Because it is full of magnesium, it's a natural morale booster. Chocolat has two other properties which I can't spell or pronounce, but they act like amphetamines. Some experts say they mirror some of the euphoric effects of cannabis.
2.) Chocolate keeps us young. Rich in flavonoids, antioxidants and other stuff, it helps "keep the body young and dynamic." It's the cocoa that does it. Forget about milk chocolate.
A caveat, the calories. Not to worry, the benefits are so rewarding that the magazine suggests we can afford, yes we can, to savor 30 grams of dark chocolate every day. The consumption must be a serving with a minimum of 70 percent cocoa, we needn't worry about the calories. The benefits outweigh the scale.
The Magic "Marcel"
|Ines de la Fressange with a Marcel under a shirt and a jacket.|
They are life-savers in the summer.
I thought it was important to go on record with this confession. (The only time I wear them "bare" is with my cotton pajama bottoms in the summer. Then I cover my arms with a sheet and/or turn out the lights.)
Tried and Rejected
You have no idea how much I wanted this thing to work. I was willing to make an enormous leap of faith that might have produced a placebo effect. But no such luck.
The coupe faim inhaler -- appetite suppressant inhaler -- consisting of a cocktail of natural ingredients to send an emergency signal to the brain, saying: "You're not hungry. Have a carrot. Drink a glass of water. Stop. Don't eat anything!" -- doesn't work.
As you can see, I'll try anything.
My friend, Jean Rafferty, sent me an e-mail yesterday asking if I had seen Carla Bruni-Sarkozy's shoes in Paris Match. I had not. She said, "Find them. We must get them."
I found them. They are snappy Chanel spectator ballerines. ( An aside: I think France's first lady should auto-bronzage her legs.)
Jean is tres chic. I agree with her; they're quite spiffy.