Saturday, July 28, 2012
A French Country Weekend
This week my wish was made on my first seasonal encounter with cantaloupes. As I've said, it's always the same wish and if it comes true I'll tell you what it was. It's an incredibly important wish and it's not for me so if you would like to cross your fingers -- just once -- that would be wonderful.
I always ask my market man to choose my cantaloupes. He asks, "When will you be eating them?" I tell him, "One tonight and the other three days later." He then takes out his felt-tip pen and puts an X on the one to eat first.
He also chooses my artichokes. We love artichokes and I've found they are the magic vegetable -- almost no calories (assuming one goes light or avoids altogether accompanying sauces) and extremely filling. He tells me the petals must be closed. If they're too open, the artichoke is generally not as fresh.
I'm telling you, one learns things in this country.
Weather report: warm, not hot, bright sun, slight breeze, in a word, splendid.
A demain my trés, trés, chers amis.