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My (savory) pie of the week, beet greens and goat cheese, is in the oven, and starting to smell verrrry good. The considerable amount of chèvre I consumed while I was crumbling it into the pie was very good too! I hope that makes up for the fact that the eggs were definitely on the old side - two days past their best-before date. They smelled fine, so I'm assuming they are fine (plus, I already had one for lunch and it tasted fine, so if they're undetectably bad, I'm already doomed). Eggs notwithstanding, I'm excited! The beet greens are from local organic baby beets that I got at le marché des Lices yesterday and they, in any case, are lovely. I've still got the beets, plus half the greens left, and I'm envisioning a round of borscht, as well as some roasting with balsamic vinegar once I renew my supply of it. OM NOM NOM FRANCE.
Anyway, yesterday my French was very much not with me, but I powered through having tea and grocery shopping with SK for three hours, which I hope will prove beneficial in the long run. Even if I couldn't remember the word for dirt (it's terre, which our water has been tasting like lately)! I also got to use some of my new playoffs vocabulary from lnh.com on her as I was explaining how much sleep I've been losing over hockey, which led directly into her asking me to explain the point of curling! That was exciting, and I definitely made up some vocabulary, but I think I got the gist across. At least I got pierre (rock) right! I've now looked up a "lexique anglais/français" for curling and am further enriching my sports vocabulary.
[Writing break for pie-eating: pie very successful and delicious]
I spent supper, in addition to eating my delicious pie, watching someone's Canucks-themed version of "Don't Stop Believing," which of course, brings me to the fact that la trêve is over, and the Canucks play again tonight. I don't think I need to articulate my apprehension. The game starts at 2:00 am French time, as opposed to 4:00 or 4:30 am for the previous four, which I don't think is going to help me sleep through it at all.
I think I need some tisane and more of my Easter chocolate from my mom, which finally arrived on Friday.
This entry was originally posted at http://monksandbones.dreamwidth.org/677792.html. Talk to me here or there, whichever you prefer.
Anyway, yesterday my French was very much not with me, but I powered through having tea and grocery shopping with SK for three hours, which I hope will prove beneficial in the long run. Even if I couldn't remember the word for dirt (it's terre, which our water has been tasting like lately)! I also got to use some of my new playoffs vocabulary from lnh.com on her as I was explaining how much sleep I've been losing over hockey, which led directly into her asking me to explain the point of curling! That was exciting, and I definitely made up some vocabulary, but I think I got the gist across. At least I got pierre (rock) right! I've now looked up a "lexique anglais/français" for curling and am further enriching my sports vocabulary.
[Writing break for pie-eating: pie very successful and delicious]
I spent supper, in addition to eating my delicious pie, watching someone's Canucks-themed version of "Don't Stop Believing," which of course, brings me to the fact that la trêve is over, and the Canucks play again tonight. I don't think I need to articulate my apprehension. The game starts at 2:00 am French time, as opposed to 4:00 or 4:30 am for the previous four, which I don't think is going to help me sleep through it at all.
I think I need some tisane and more of my Easter chocolate from my mom, which finally arrived on Friday.
This entry was originally posted at http://monksandbones.dreamwidth.org/677792.html. Talk to me here or there, whichever you prefer.