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| This is a path we took, surrounded by the Pyreenes Mountains. |
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| This is a potato, onion and cheese dish--the specialty of a humble restaurant that we dined at before hiking to the base of the mountains. It was a work of art with every mouthful... |
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| Another view of these gorgeous mountains... |
You will have to buy the book to find out how ooh-la-la this lady went. And the book? It will be on sale March 26...
I want a potato, onion, and cheese dish. Or perhaps I should say, "pomme de terre, oignon, et fromage plat."
ReplyDeleteIf you move, won't you have to buy a new wardrobe of berets and those striped black-and-white shirts? Oh. I forgot. You will go topless.
That's the way we roll in France, Val...
DeleteOoh La la Sioux. Now the world will know.
ReplyDeleteYes, Linda, but they might be complaining of TMI...
DeleteThat dish looks yum.
ReplyDeleteShay, I'm assuming you're speaking about the potato creation, and not "the dish" I was 10 years ago...;)
DeleteAs the french might say, "amérique nous aider, nous avons peur!"
ReplyDeleteMonsieur--You are completely full of merde!
DeleteWhoa! Can't wait to read the book. The food looks great and the mountains are beautiful.
ReplyDeleteKathy M.
Kathy--Just the bread alone is worth the trip. The gorgeous scenery is icing on the cake.
DeleteCongratulations, I can't wait to read it (or did I already? Ha, my brain!) You know we could start something here in the US that mimicks the French... speaking more on the line of food. :-)
ReplyDeleteLynn--I don't think I brought this story to WWWP. Luckily, it kind of wrote itself.
DeleteAnd having more leisurely lunches and dinner here in America would be wonderful...
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ReplyDeleteAhh...France! Never been, would love to go. On one of our cruises we had a beach day, and our beach was next to a nude beach. The nudies apparently didn't get the memo about "theirs" and "ours" because they strolled freely. And I do mean freely, in the, er, free-est sense of the word. My youngest daughter was only about 6 then, and she still remembers the shock of looking up from her sandcastle to see a naked older couple watching her stack sand. She never said anything at the time, just smiled and went back to her sandcastle. But boy did I get questions later!
ReplyDeleteYes, your daughter learned an important lesson: Just because you can doesn't mean you should.
DeleteI would have loved to hear what you and your husband said in the car as explanation.
Congratulations on yet another publication! Can't wait to read it. And if my math is correct, that's 6+ hours on meals, which sounds good to me - especially after looking at that delightful-looking cheese dish. Yum. Can I come visit you when you move there?
ReplyDeleteYes, hours on meals and don't forget the wine.
DeleteOf course. When I move there, I'll host a twice-annual writing retreat for my peeps.
You are an over-the-top(less) wild woman! Congratulations on another impressive publication.
ReplyDeleteDonna--Thanks. However, I am not a winner of an INTERNATIONAL writing contest.
DeleteYou are still one of the writers I bow down to...