Other than hanging out with J-D yesterday during the day, it's been a weekend of expatriates.
J-D and I had lunch at the Lizard Lounge, where he helped me with my French for a while. After which, the Musée Carnavalet, where we walked around making fun of the 18th century décor in the 18th century wing. Then an intimate tête-à-tête in the back of a café on rue Vielle du Temple. I do like J-D quite a bit; it may be that we're too similar in some ways, though. But as he put it, hey, whatever happens, at least in twenty years I will still remember that there was this crazy French guy... :) He had made me a CD of French pop music, which I appreciate very much, but it seems to be true what they say about French pop music, alas.
Then after that... A had a dinner party last night, where the guests were (besides me and A) another Canadian, a Brit married to a German guy, and a Spaniard. Hooray for English as a lingua franca. A made a tomato tart (the recipe I got from Jf...thanks, Jf! It was a big hit as usual) and a roast and many root vegetables, and the other Canadian brought some Turkish pastries that were absolutely heavenly. They were thematic pastries, as A was showing us some of his trip to Istanbul in the form of slides. Yes, real, actual slides, which gave me a bit of a Proustian moment remembering childhood slide shows.
Today, somehow, I did nothing all day except going to the market. Oh, and a bit more biofeedback. :) Then saw Brokeback Mountain with A and his Spanish friend; since they were two straight guys it was useful that I was there to sit with them so it was clear they were not on a date. That was our joke anyway.
The movie theatre was in the 19th, by the Port de Villette, which is actually quite charming. Basically it's another part of the canal that starts around where I live (and then goes underground for a while). So up by the Port de Villette, there are two movie venues owned by the same large outfit, one on each side of the canal, and there's a little boat that goes back and forth between them! We didn't actually go on it, but I was dying to. Some other time.
After checking my French vocabulary from the movie with A (I'll post it later), I ran back to the 4th to meet up with Js and his friend Dd. It was an open mic night at the Lizard Lounge, and Dd (who I hadn't met before) read a rather funny Valentine's Day poem of his own creation. I liked Dd quite a lot -- English guy, from Reading -- and we exchanged phone numbers. Oh, and I finally remembered to bring my needle so I could fix a loose end on Js's hat. Js seemed to be doing all right in general, but he's still working too hard at a job he doesn't like much.
And for me, too, tomorrow, back to work! Enough fun, already. :)
Monday, February 13, 2006
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yay on that tart! i just made it myself for the first time in months, along with nutella's onion tart and a salad. oh, and a great chocolate sauce for ice cream from a book kip bought me: you heat say 1/2 cup heavy cream, 1/2 cup milk on the stove, and while that's going nuke 2oz shaved/crumbled bittersweet chocolate along with a tablespoon of butter and about two tablespoons sugar. then mix well. it's awesome. (and converting those measures to non-volumetric and metric is gonna SUCK! ) but with really good chocolate it is just stunning.
i have a visiting speaker staying, so cooked up a storm. recent innovation (ie this weekend) is doing a standard interesting bread recipe -- quarter each of white, wheat, bran and oatmeal, say, -- but putting in about 2 oz of very good shaved bittersweet chocolate. so good. not that paris means there's much point in making your own bread, but still...
jf
Both sound yummy, though you're right about the futility of making bread here. And... no microwave here! Actually, though, I've been getting along quite well without one. If I were to want an appliance, it would be a regular oven.
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