The girls just left, all full & boozy and I am busy cleaning. While I attend to the needs of my humbly rocked abode, here's a delicious nightcap cocktail to put your weary mind to sleep. Do try this at home -- it's worth the extra calories.
Parisian Blonde
1 oz light rum
3/4 oz orange curacao
3/4 oz cream
Shake in iced cocktail shaker & strain
Serve in a cocktail glass (4.5 oz)
My thoughts after drinking this?
Why don't I drink cream every day?
Pairs nicely with home-made blondies. You'll be in blonde heaven.
Showing posts with label francais. Show all posts
Showing posts with label francais. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Friday, July 20, 2007
more pictures of France
We took almost no pictures in Paris, and did not visit a single art museum.
We did visit the infamous catacombs, an old quarry that became a communal grave during the 1800s. It reminded me of the basement at Toro...
...only in the catacombs, you can actually stand up straight.
We ate a lot of cheese, organ meet, and had a 3-star Michelin dining experience...
...It was almost as good as the Nutella crepe we ate from the crepe cart at midnight by the Eiffel Tower.
I made the Mathematician visit a whole bunch of open air markets, because I am obsessed with them, even thought we saw pretty much the same thing every time, even at this one in Lyon...
We did visit the infamous catacombs, an old quarry that became a communal grave during the 1800s. It reminded me of the basement at Toro...
...only in the catacombs, you can actually stand up straight.
* * * * *
We ate a lot of cheese, organ meet, and had a 3-star Michelin dining experience...
...It was almost as good as the Nutella crepe we ate from the crepe cart at midnight by the Eiffel Tower.
* * * * *
I made the Mathematician visit a whole bunch of open air markets, because I am obsessed with them, even thought we saw pretty much the same thing every time, even at this one in Lyon...
...but he was a good sport about it.
* * * * *
This is Mougins, the most special town on the Cote d'Azur...
...it is where my friend Alexander's family lives. And it really does look like that.
...this is where I want to be right now.
Bon soir, et bon weekend...
...it is where my friend Alexander's family lives. And it really does look like that.* * * *
This is the view from Chateau de Chevre D'Or, our hotel in Eze...
This is the view from Chateau de Chevre D'Or, our hotel in Eze...
...this is where I want to be right now.Bon soir, et bon weekend...
Monday, July 09, 2007
hiatus
So, as those of you who read this blog regularly have probably noticed, I haven't posted anything new for you in exactly a month. This is because I have been on hiatus. First my brother had a heart attack. He is only 39 years old. He is fine, but it was terrifying. Then my computer died. It was the hard drive and I lost everything. No, I did not have any of it backed up. In this day and age of simple, powerful technology, why would I have done an intelligent thing like that? Then, I went on vacation in France. It was amazing and lovely and relaxing, a much needed respite from the 2 jobs I work and the book I am trying to write. France was everything you'd expect it to be: narrow streets, baguettes and croissants, wine, lots of French language practice, cathedrals, castles, and chateaux. I was gone for 2 whole weeks and I still did not want to come back.
But like all things good and bad in life, the vacation ended, my other computer is back, and now it's time for me to get back to work.
But first, here's a picture of me in front of the Mediterranean Sea.
But like all things good and bad in life, the vacation ended, my other computer is back, and now it's time for me to get back to work.
But first, here's a picture of me in front of the Mediterranean Sea.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
vocabulary lessons
I have decided to learn French.
The Mathematician and I are going to France in a few weeks, so I want to learn the language. I have become quite good at parroting the childish restaurant Spanish that Luis, Bibbiana, and Sylvia, the Columbian bussers that I work with at Toro, teach me on nights when the restaurant is slow. This has me convinced that I must be secretly "good at languages", that perhaps there is some sort of latent linguistic genius locked up inside of me, just dying to get out and start yapping unencumbered in a Latin tongue. So I have decided that it's time to bite the bullet and learn a Latin tongue. I have six weeks--we'll see if it pans out.
I took French in junior high and high school, and am hoping that even if I'm not an undiscovered linguistic savant, what I used to know will all come back to me like magic if I study really hard before our trip. So, the Mathematician and I took an Immersion for Travellers class this weekend at the BCAE with a fabulous woman named Nancy Winston (highly recommended!) and now I feel more confident in my abilities...even if the only phrase I could muster during our passe compose exercise on Sunday afternoon was:
Il a loue ses chaussures!
Literally this means "he has rented his shoes". But hey, the conjugation was right! Bon, c'est tres bien!
So, in light of my new found hobby (since between writing a book, working as a publicist, waiting tables, and freelance writing I have LOADS of time on my hands), I've been thinking a lot about words lately, and thought I'd post about the treatment of the word "blonde" in a few other languages:
En Francais, blonde is...well, blonde. Actually, now is a good time to note that "blonde" is technically the incorrect English spelling of this term. It should be "blond", sans the extra 'e' at the end, or at least that's what spellcheck thinks. I have chosen the spelling with the extra 'e' because, quite simply, it looks prettier to me than 'blond'. It is also interesting to note that the word 'blond(e)' did not appear in English until approx. 1481, and is believed to derive from the Old French term blont which meant "a colour midway between golden and light chestnut". The word was reintroduced into English in the 17th century from French, and was until recently still felt as French (thanks, Wikipedia.) But what did they call yellow-haired women before there was blonde?
En Italiano, blonde is bionda. I did not have to look this word up on WordReference.com to learn it. I learned in Florence, when Marissa and I went for a drink on our own one evening, sans Le Mathematician. As you may recall from this post, Italianos tend to be very friendly to women who are unaccompanied by a man. One Italiano was so enthusiastic with his friendliness, that his exuberance caused me to jump clear out of my skin with fright: "Que BIONDA, mamma mia!!!" he screamed as we passed him on the street. "Bionda means blonde," Marissa said. "See, I told you Italian men like blondes! Put that in your book!"
En Espanol, the word for blonde is rubio. In Columbian Espanol, the word is mona, which Luis was so kind to point out to me is also the word for "monkey" in his home country. "Monkey," I said, "are you sure? Blonde and monkey mean the same thing? Are you pulling my leg" Quickly I realized that some slang and colloquialisms are just impossible to explain to non-native speakers of your language, and should simply be accepted at face value, like the phrase "pulling my leg."
Blonde, bionda, monas, oh my! There you have it, mes amies, blonde in trois langues.
Now I just need to figure out how to say "undercover".
The Mathematician and I are going to France in a few weeks, so I want to learn the language. I have become quite good at parroting the childish restaurant Spanish that Luis, Bibbiana, and Sylvia, the Columbian bussers that I work with at Toro, teach me on nights when the restaurant is slow. This has me convinced that I must be secretly "good at languages", that perhaps there is some sort of latent linguistic genius locked up inside of me, just dying to get out and start yapping unencumbered in a Latin tongue. So I have decided that it's time to bite the bullet and learn a Latin tongue. I have six weeks--we'll see if it pans out.
I took French in junior high and high school, and am hoping that even if I'm not an undiscovered linguistic savant, what I used to know will all come back to me like magic if I study really hard before our trip. So, the Mathematician and I took an Immersion for Travellers class this weekend at the BCAE with a fabulous woman named Nancy Winston (highly recommended!) and now I feel more confident in my abilities...even if the only phrase I could muster during our passe compose exercise on Sunday afternoon was:
Il a loue ses chaussures!
Literally this means "he has rented his shoes". But hey, the conjugation was right! Bon, c'est tres bien!
So, in light of my new found hobby (since between writing a book, working as a publicist, waiting tables, and freelance writing I have LOADS of time on my hands), I've been thinking a lot about words lately, and thought I'd post about the treatment of the word "blonde" in a few other languages:
En Francais, blonde is...well, blonde. Actually, now is a good time to note that "blonde" is technically the incorrect English spelling of this term. It should be "blond", sans the extra 'e' at the end, or at least that's what spellcheck thinks. I have chosen the spelling with the extra 'e' because, quite simply, it looks prettier to me than 'blond'. It is also interesting to note that the word 'blond(e)' did not appear in English until approx. 1481, and is believed to derive from the Old French term blont which meant "a colour midway between golden and light chestnut". The word was reintroduced into English in the 17th century from French, and was until recently still felt as French (thanks, Wikipedia.) But what did they call yellow-haired women before there was blonde?
En Italiano, blonde is bionda. I did not have to look this word up on WordReference.com to learn it. I learned in Florence, when Marissa and I went for a drink on our own one evening, sans Le Mathematician. As you may recall from this post, Italianos tend to be very friendly to women who are unaccompanied by a man. One Italiano was so enthusiastic with his friendliness, that his exuberance caused me to jump clear out of my skin with fright: "Que BIONDA, mamma mia!!!" he screamed as we passed him on the street. "Bionda means blonde," Marissa said. "See, I told you Italian men like blondes! Put that in your book!"
En Espanol, the word for blonde is rubio. In Columbian Espanol, the word is mona, which Luis was so kind to point out to me is also the word for "monkey" in his home country. "Monkey," I said, "are you sure? Blonde and monkey mean the same thing? Are you pulling my leg" Quickly I realized that some slang and colloquialisms are just impossible to explain to non-native speakers of your language, and should simply be accepted at face value, like the phrase "pulling my leg."
Blonde, bionda, monas, oh my! There you have it, mes amies, blonde in trois langues.
Now I just need to figure out how to say "undercover".
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