Sacha left early this morning, four a.m. to be exact, to go to Seattle to do an internship with Kontent Partners. Though first he will spend one week in Willows with my family.
Last night we celebrated with a "last supper" a end to summer and a hello to Sacha's wonderful adventure.
Of course he hadn't packed.
Of course I wasn't prepared to say goodbye.
Of course there was a happy/sad feeling but soon was settled with the lush of a summer feast.
He wore my Dad's watch. I love that!
I made a goat cheese, emmental, tomato with spinach lasagna. Don't ask me for the recipe because it is something I winged up. Cookbooks are just for inspiration the rest comes from the pleasure of texture, taste and a glass of wine.
Happiness is inventing.
Also I made a roasted red beet salad with hazelnut dressing on "mache".
(What is mache in English?)
I could have been happy just with the roasted beets.
And moreso Sacha's smile all night long.
Love is an amazing feeling when it comes to one's children.
Does it know any bound?
Age doesn't matter.
I love being his mother.
Yann giving Sacha last minute advice.
Last minute affectionate words.
Last minutes full of foreveness.
Melon with limoncello and lavender.
Ready - set - go !
Seattle until October. Then one more year of study in Paris.
A meal for four that looked like a meal for ten.
Mother's cooking is like that.
Full ripe ready and too much.
I bought the straw wine serving basket at the brocante and baptised it at the last supper.
Take a cracker.
Add some camembert.
A few cracked walnuts.
And a piece of green onion tucked underneath.
Oh the taste of yum.
The last supper until Autumn.
Farewell lovely boy.
For years I never understood the adoration for creme brulee. It amazed me how friends and family alike often asked for creme brulee, instead of any of the other beautiful desserts on a restaurant's menu.
Burnt cream? What was the attraction?
Small glazed terra cotta pots with a couple of spoonfuls of chilled cooked cream, spoonfuls of sugar sprinkled on top, and then often blow torched to melt and harden the sugar.
I had heard that if you tapped your spoon on the harden sugar and it makes a hearty crack then it is a sign that it is a "good" creme brulee.
I rarely heard a crack.
Besides, creme brulee isn't the beauty queen of French desserts.
Food porn is visual n'est pas?
There is a small restaurant near where I live that is a fav of mine. Of course if you know me and have read my blog I have many fav restaurants here in France. I am faithful to good cooks who offer a lovely meal at a reasonable price. Brocante and food are a good enough reason to for me to go anywhere.
La Table en Provence in Saint Maximin does just that.
Family owned. Reservations a must. Undeniable clever cuisine.
And their creme brulee... has me dumbfounded. I dream about it, literally dream about it.
Amazingly one of the best things I have ever tasted.
Honey lavender ice cream frozen solid. Taken from the freezer, sugar added, grilled golden and served.
Love on a dish.
Like OHMYGOD this is worth every calorie.
The taste of yum.
Unreal happiness in a spoon.
Am I makig myself clear? Delicious.
When something taste good one tends to eat slowly, but when there isn't a taste or very little of it, people tend to eat more in search for it.
I asked the owners if I could one day I could come around four in the afternoon, a traditional hour for a tea or coffee break. They said of course. I think they saw how desperate I was.
If ever you come to my neck of the woods, Lavender Honey Ice Cream Brulee is in order.
The taste of yum.
This is my Godchild George, he is my brother Mark and sister in law Diane's third child and only boy. Chelsea took this picture of him over ten years ago. It was a blistering hot August day.
Since I live far away from "home" certain images come to mind when I think of my family But my memory "image" of them is often not how they look today. I don't know why this is, I can only guess that the memory "image" of them, that I carry is from a deep beautiful moment, like a freeze frame of sort. Sure there are plenty of other wonderful memories but for some reason a few say stronger in my mind's eye.
Is it like that for you?
Anyway these are the images I hold in my heart of my Godchild George.
He remains a beautiful boy.
Happy Happy Birthday Godchild George!
George got a puppy. He named her Penny.
My nieces "snapchatted" me photos of Penny and George, oh my how cute they are!
Penny is cute. I dare say cute. I daresay I could let her lick my face.
Birthday Boy years ago on a blistering hot day.
Cassis is a place I adore, it is a small port town not far from where I live.
Last night we went there simply because we needed to soak in some of its color.
A sip of Pastis.
A slice of orange.
Evening summer glow.
Along the port of Cassis we walked letting our sails soar, and silence dance while soaking in the last days of summer.
Cassis by moonlight.
There is something about the lingering smell of tanning lotion mixed with the sea breeze, children's distance chatter, waves coming in, sails flapping... summer perfume of sorts.
Wrapped around one like moonlight on a summer evening.
The heart of friendship.
I do not want my friend to go home.
Blue all around.
If I stop counting will the days go by slower?
Sunday brocante, sunrise to sunset, go when you want.
One of the added surprises of going to the brocante is discovering old towns.
This weekend we went to places we had never been before.
discoveries around each corner and under every table.
Who needs food?
I am amazed I found anything considering how many other people were there.
I found some paintings, dishes, a quilt, African art, an antique platter for Chelsea, some things for my online shop, plus nick nack and paddy wack.
I don't think I have ever been to a brocante I did not like.
The best find of my life.
And he gets younger and younger.
1900s French Oil Painting.
Vase with roses.
To put in my shop.
A little tour of France by going to the brocante.
Vertical garden wall.
While at the brocante,
The distraction of the charming French villages.
bought in a small village
My own personal chauffeur.
Small brocante finds spill out on the lunch table.
Stringing bright orange bake light beads tomorrow.
Bake light beads, a whole drawer full!
Tomorrow I will add photos of what I bought, online soon!
Painting and Photo Bruce Chanter:
Aperitif in Aix Aix-en-Provence
Every Saturday I focus on a different artist that I admire. From potters to painters, chefs to collectors, seamstress to songwriters, lifestyle to lovers... anyone who set the paintbrush, pastry brush, hands and heart on fire to create.
Those who inspire art to flow where it may.
Painting and Photo Bruce Chanter: Coffee in St. Germain
Australian artist Bruce Chanter has been painting and drawing all his life. He trained at the prestigious Julian Ashton Art Academy in Sydney during the 60’s, later furthering his studies at East Sydney Art School. Following a corporate career in advertising and retail, Bruce returned to the easel full time in the late 90’s to pursue his passion for painting. Bruce sees painting as a revelation of the places and people he paints. It is a celebration of the more joyful aspects of life and hopes that his belief that art should be uplifting is experienced by viewers of his work.
Painting and photo by Bruce Chanter: Morning Ritual
Bruce paints oils both outdoors “plein-air” and in his studio using the alla-prima technique of the Impressionists, in one wet. He likes to get the painting “down” to retain spontaneity and vigour, not labour over it for weeks or months. Bruce describes himself as a “painterly realist” but easily drifts into a more impressionistic approach if an atmospheric subject requires it. The texture of the brushwork and obvious application of paint are an important characteristic of Bruce’s work. He likes the viewer to see evidence of the artist’s hand at work across the canvas.
Painting and photo by Bruce Chanter: Peaceful liaison-St Germain de Livet chateau Normandy
Bruce loves to paint the beautiful Sydney south coast where he lives, rugged inland Australia and in recent years the land of his heritage, France. France provides a different experience altogether – softer, bluer light, ancient buildings and villages, varying landscape and seasonal changes are all inspiring. He and his wife drive slowly all over France, staying in small villages off the tourist routes. They immerse themselves in the atmosphere, culture, history and lifestyle of the area to capture the feeling of it in pigment. Of course his beloved Paris also features in many of his works too. The sensory journey experienced enables Bruce to capture a real sense of a place, not just its motifs. He endeavours to show the effect and mood of the light in his work too, in interesting compositions.
Painting and photo by Bruce Chanter: Chat on Alexandre - Paris
His early classical training ensures he uses time honoured studio practises,
to provide animportant archival quality to the work.
Bruce is keenly interested in the craft of painting.
He has studied the history of paint pigments,
their composition, properties and restoration work done in
the world’s great galleries.
From this research and quite a lot of
testing he now only uses the best quality paint and mediums
like Old Holland, Royal Talens, Gamblin,
and Michael Harding depending on each colour.
Bruce paints on quality Belgian linen canvas preparing the ground himself
using traditional artisan priming methods.
Painting and photo by Bruce Chanter.
For his French exhibitions, Bruce endeavours to show everyday life in France. Spending a couple of months travelling around France provides the time to find and record the subjects he loves. Street scenes of Paris at different times of day, town markets, a game of Petanque, village gardens, cafes and the country’s varying landscape all make a diverse variety of painterly impressions. Over thirty five paintings in all are exhibited in beautiful frames (some sourced in France) to recreate a similar ambiance to the wonderful Paris galleries, where eclectic frames range from plain gold to ornate mouldings.
Detail of Bruce's Painting: Cafe Flore in Paris
For more information about Bruce's paintings and or to see his other work,
81 Agars Lane
Berry NSW 2535
P +61 2 44643701
All text and photos of Bruce Chanter's paintings, by Bruce Chanter.