Brocco-tree
We had steamed broccoli, cherry tomatoes, and BBQ steak last night for dinner. Mpants grabbed a stem of broccoli from the bowl and stood it up on the side of his plate. “Look Mummy. A brocco-tree!”
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Simply wine chez Domaine Piccard
I arrive in my car and try to park without disturbing the car traffic or foot traffic at Domain Piccard. Jean-Christophe Piccard is sitting on his step tying his boot lace. “Vous êtes arrivée au bon endroit?” Are you in the right place? he asks me. I remind him I made an appointment to interview …
I’ll build that
Last night, I read Mpants the infamous “Cat-in-the-Hat” by Dr. Seuss for his bedtime story. We got through the mischevious cat and everything that he can do. We got through Thing One and Thing Two. I told him those two little things reminded me of him and his brother. Running through the house. Total destruction …
Swiss cheese conspiracy
Even if fondue is a Swiss national culture and food dish–it is not on my list of favourites. When I first moved here, a friend had us over for raclette (on a sunny, fall, Sunday afternoon–so it we took our time). It was a 7-hour raclette party. 7-hours! My husband mistakenly took me for fondue …
Boss Beer in Bossonnens
I was driving home from the déchetterie and I saw a sign for Boss Beer. “Ooooooooo,” I think. “Craft beer. A NEW craft beer.” Have you seen it? Have you tried it? Do you like it? I do. Although—I am a bit biased, because I can see the facility from my living room. Go Bossonnens! I can’t …
Is it pretty Mummy?
“Is it pretty Mummy?” Mpants asks as I survey the living room they have decorated with three rolls of toilet paper. He looks so earnest and asks again: “Is it pretty?” “It’s lovely sweetie. Thank you.”
Balloon games
We have been playing with balloons a bit before bedtime the last few nights. We try to keep them in the air with only one part of our bodies: head, foot, hands. Tonight, Mpants says: “Look Mummy. I am using my nose.” And he bounces the balloon off his nose. He continues: “Then I do …
Overheard snippets
Yesterday, the boys were bouncing on the trampoline playing with some super-sized pillows. I overhear Jman direct Mpants: “You be the pickle. I will be the burger.” Squeals of laughter.
The truth about olive oil
Over the holidays, I was catching up on some of my favourite podcasts, and I found this one about olive oil from Planet Money (produced by NPR in America). In summary: [su_quote cite=”ROBERT SMITH” url=”http://www.npr.org/2015/07/16/423605233/greeces-lost-olive-oil-how-export-barriers-stifle-economic-growth”]The Italians buy Greek olive oil in bulk. They put it in Italian bottles. They slap on Italian labels, and they …