What a week. Perhaps it was the alignment of a running injury with Bastille Day, but you’ll soon see French is taking over my interests. À chacun ses goûts! To each their own.
Before all things French, I want to give a shoutout to the Wow, No Thank You. Listening to Samantha Irby’s narration of this collection of essays had me laughing out loud on my walks around the neighborhood.
I got a dozen eggs from Brehmer Homestead when they picked up a recent commission from me and not only were they the most beautiful eggs I’ve ever seen — a veritable color palette of eggs — they are all jammy perfection when cooked.
While I love all of Carla Bruni’s songs, Liberté has been keeping me a lot of company before my morning coffee lately.
Call My Agent. This is the French show that really started the domino effect of the French takeover that is my life right now. I powered through all three seasons while I was stuck in bed with this running injury and it was time well spent indeed. I’m completely hooked and chomping at the bit for season 4.
I resurrected my Duolingo account this week and have been practicing French so much that I have begun dreaming in French again. Bliss!
The film Haute Cuisine is a total gem. I’ve just revisited it and it remains one of my favorite French films. A beautiful recipe of language, food, being true to who you are, and utter charm, this is cinema done right.
À bientôt!
xoxo,
Sally