Today thee skies are grey, it is hailing the size of checkpeas!
Welcome to Provence.
Three blogging friends are in town! I am so excited: Denise, Liselotte (and her family,) and Mimi.
I'll serve strawberry tartlettes from the bakery (Note: I have blown my New Year's Resolution-- To bake more cakes...) The reason is ("The word reason is just another word for excuse," my mother use to say.) the bakery is just around the corner from my house. I could holler to the baker: "Hey... can you send a dozen strawberry tartelettes over?"
On the bakery box it is written: GOURMANDISE, that is just a fancy French word for Pig Out!
Last summer when French Husband and I rode our motorcycle through part of Europe we met Liselotte in Austria. Her husband is a motorcyclist too. French Husband, and another friend, and Mr. D. (Liselotte's husband) are planning to ride their motorcycles to the North Cap this summer.
I want(ed) to go to... until I heard they were going to ride ten to twelve hour days... sort of like a race: Ride. Eat sandwiches. Pee in the woods. Rinse in the river. Sleep on the ground... which translates into: Ride in any weather. Eat bread no butter. Pee in the woods. Rinse in the FREEZING cold creeks. Sleep on dirt with a wet sleeping bag. Oh la la such fun the boys will have. I am jealous really I am.
The sandwiches, peeing and rinsing in cold water I could handle it. Though the twelve hour ride everyday for two weeks, plus sleeping in the dirt... I could do it... I could if we could stop every now and then for a photo, a cake, a kiss, a drink, a little sight seeing, take a big air mattress...
In all honesty I think they want it to be a guy thing. No frills.
(photo Liselotte last summer.)
We women... we are going to eat cakes. And who knows what else we might do.
