August 6, 2012

I suppose you never know when you’ll need a good language lesson, perhaps in an unexpected realm of the cultural transition. I spent a good portion of today with my hands in bread dough. Longer than I should have. For the dough ended up being made in two shifts, thanks to my recipe-reading goof. The fun with French recipes started off harmlessly enough. At first I was just laughing at mental images of literal word translations: shall we “dig a fountain” in the flour? or maybe we’d rather “put a shirt” on the baking tray?
But towards the end of the process, as the dough was ready to be rolled, we realized that we had a rather small amount, considering the number of people in our party. I blanched when I realized what I must have done wrong. And yes, sure enough: I had started with 250 mL of flour, not 250 g, ending up with approximately half of the amount needed. So round two of dough-mixing commenced . . . it’s a good thing folks here enjoy taking their time to dine :-)

les pieds

August 5, 2012

Considering the long history of walks we have taken, it seemed fitting to commemorate the fact that a couple of old roomies are together again, walking again, in a different land . . . and in a different “state” of another sort as well. Not in my case, but in hers, that is. So as we walk now, here en France, she is in need of another set of eyes; these days she, you see, cannot see her own feet :-)

setting still

August 1, 2012

One last night with my grandparents before another flight across the seas. Sweet corn and fried okra. Painting GramBea’s nails. Smiling as PaCharley answers the phone and is, as always, unbelievably thrilled to hear the voice on the other end of the line. He has the uncanny ability to be overjoyed at the sight, or sound, of a person he knows. What the rest of the world would view as an interruption, he sees as a delight. We wind down now for our customary early night, watching the Olympics. “This is amazing!” is a common refrain I hear. I smile, and I muse on the blessedness of family ties, binding tightly, rooting deeply. Deeper still.