So my son Matthew and his son Theodore came to visit Boyce and myself in our cabanon: the Cabanon Biska, its real name (after to complain in Provencal, bisquer), and we don't do a lot of complaining, leaving that to the ancestors of our 300 year old stone house in all its simple rusticity, in its large field, with friends all around, whom we see a lot, here or at their houses -- ours is the only "cabanon," so we have only to say: "come to the cabanon on..." and friends arrive.
If someone is new to the hill, which is ours, Notre-Dame-des-Anges, or for a Chronopost delivery, iIhang out a scarf and so on...
We don't exactly do this same thing in New York, I mean, I wear scarves, but don't have a place to hang them out on a branch...
a cousin and his son today, tonight at wine-growing neighbors for a glass, tomorrow to Le Pescador at Le Partage des Eaux at L'Isle-sur-la-Sorgue at our favorite (well, my favorite) restaurant there, specializing in trout, preceded by grand buffet of superb fish soup and its rouille and cheese and croutons, and all sorts of seafood and terrines and everything, -- you can tell I am writing a cookbook, probably you can tell -- and then the trout and grand desserts, among which apple sherbet with Calvados or pear sherbet with Poire Williams -- ah, as i look back over this, after having our delightful meal there with our super-intelligent friends Elza Adamawicz and her husband Peter , I remember that they only serve Sorbet Citron with vodka, called Le Colonel, but it did give me the idea...
and then about 15 coming for drinks in the cabanon , so Boyce will make his salmon mousse... and so on...
must go welcome cousin John Angel.
If someone is new to the hill, which is ours, Notre-Dame-des-Anges, or for a Chronopost delivery, iIhang out a scarf and so on...
We don't exactly do this same thing in New York, I mean, I wear scarves, but don't have a place to hang them out on a branch...
a cousin and his son today, tonight at wine-growing neighbors for a glass, tomorrow to Le Pescador at Le Partage des Eaux at L'Isle-sur-la-Sorgue at our favorite (well, my favorite) restaurant there, specializing in trout, preceded by grand buffet of superb fish soup and its rouille and cheese and croutons, and all sorts of seafood and terrines and everything, -- you can tell I am writing a cookbook, probably you can tell -- and then the trout and grand desserts, among which apple sherbet with Calvados or pear sherbet with Poire Williams -- ah, as i look back over this, after having our delightful meal there with our super-intelligent friends Elza Adamawicz and her husband Peter , I remember that they only serve Sorbet Citron with vodka, called Le Colonel, but it did give me the idea...
and then about 15 coming for drinks in the cabanon , so Boyce will make his salmon mousse... and so on...
must go welcome cousin John Angel.
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