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feeling like a Francophile

I'm in quite the mood today. But you know, somedays one just must listen to French music all day in the office, and daydream about running away to Paris to eat proper cheese and butter and be in love with each day.

I blame:

* imaginarycircus for her posts from her current trip to Paris
* Finally getting around to reading Little Brown Pen, which I've had bookmarked since I bought a couple of things from their Etsy site
* This music video Claire Denamur "Le Prince Charmant" directed by Toben Seymour

I plan to:

* Get Priceless and Jeux d'enfants to watch this weekend
* Try roasting flour (http://pierregagnaire.com/francais/modernite/2004/farine.htm)... can anyone help me with the directions? Click the recipe link for «Sablé à la farine torréfiée»- does the flour get heated on the stovetop or in the oven? How high?
* Watch Le Prince Charmant a couple hundred times more
* Read I Wish Someone Were Waiting for Me Somewhere
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April 28th, 2009

Today is beautiful because the grass has become a brilliant green and glittered in the morning light, millions of remaining raindrop prisms making ordinary lawns a sight to behold.
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Powerful, perfect words...

Praise Song for the Day

Each day
we go about our business,
walking past each other,
catching each other's eyes,
or not.
About to speak, or speaking.
All about us is noise.
All about us is noise and bramble,
thorn and din, each one of our ancestors
on our tongues.

Someone is stitching up a hem,
darning a hole in a uniform.
patching a tire.
Repairing the things in need of repair.
Someone is trying to make music somewhere
with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum,
with cello, boom-box, harmonica, voice.
A woman and her son wait for the bus.
A farmer considers the changing sky.
A teacher says, "Take out your pencils.
Begin."

We encounter each other in words,
words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed.
Words to consider, reconsider.
We cross dirt roads and highways
that mark the will of someone
and then others who said,
"I need to see what's on the other side.
I know there's something better down the road.
We need to find a place where we are safe."
We walk into that which we cannot yet see.

Say it plain: That many have died for this day.
Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,
who laid the train tracks,
raised the bridges,
picked the cotton and the lettuce,
built, brick by brick, the glittering edifices
they would then keep clean and work inside of.
Praise song for struggle.
Praise song for the day.
Praise song for every hand-lettered sign,
the figuring it out at kitchen tables.

Some live by "Love thy neighbor as thyself."
Others by "First, do no harm,"
or "Take no more than you need."
What if the mightiest word
is love?
Love beyond marital, filial, national.
Love that casts a widening pool of light.
Love with no need to preempt grievance.

In today's sharp sparkle, this
winter air, any thing can be made,
any sentence begun.
On the brink,
on the brim,
on the cusp,
praise song for walking forward in that light.

Elizabeth Alexander
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Figs. Dark Chocolate. Brandy. Oh, my!

I've been EXTREMELY spoiled this Christmas. I received a box of Rabitos Royale Fig BonBons. Though after actually eating one (because just seeing the box made me excited), I called my friend to rescind my thanks- because these aren't just an incredibly indulgent, amazingly decadent treat, they are more addictive than heroin. Seriously. She laughed, because she knew exactly how I felt, as it was her reaction when she first came across them as well.

I also received a jar of fig preserves, which I'm tempted to open and eat with a spoon, just to keep from consuming the entire box of Rabitos. MMMMMMMMM! Figs!!
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Pear Butter

OMG. Just got done with the Pear Butter... it is SOOOOOOO delicious, I can't even tell you. I had several recipes, and had attempted one recipe first, which didn't work out well for me, and I didn't even bother canning it.

But this time I used this one:
Epicurious/Bon Appétit Spiced Pear Butter

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I think part of the amazing flavor was the incredible orange I happened to grab. And I finally figured out how to use my food mill properly. Reading and following directions can make such a difference, who knew?

Amazing, really, I highly, highly recommend this recipe. I don't even want to give this stuff away, holidays or not ;)