Bastille Day
Today at Taylor Manor we celebrated
Bastille Day.
Seriously, we probably would celebrate National Paperclip Day if given enough
notice... but today we honor the brave French women and men who finally said
enough is enough and formed a free French Nation. Since France is going
through a very difficult (burka-free) time these days - economically and
politically - we thought it only right to celebrate the best of the best of the
culture. We stimulated the French economy by drinking a bottle of (what is
the carbon footprint on this?)
$9 rosé
wine.
We do
what we can.
Viva La France!
But my menu is not what consumed most of my day. We are going on a road trip in
our bus for much of August. Yellowstone National Park! Deciding to go to
Yellowstone National Park in August is equal to deciding to go to Hawaii over
Christmas. No room at the inn. It took hours on the phone and all of my
considerable internet skills to pull-off this trip, Dear Reader. I hope you will
all enjoy our Postcards from
the Road as we tour through the beautiful wild west of Our Great Nation.
In my spare time, I arranged for our Grand Dawg to be flown back to Los Angeles
via a girl-who-now-works-with-the-roommate-of-the-Lovely-Lisa-and-went-to-high-school-with-Mary's-son. Anyone dizzy yet?
I know I am.
To honor Bastille Day, I served Chicken Provencal. But not
some fancy Chicken Provencal, but a very easy, one-pan, Chicken Provencal
that is perfect for the RV and fancy enough for company.
(Ignore the fact I served the easy-for-RV/company Chicken Provencal with
parsley potatoes and roasted radishes. And we won't mention the French 75
cocktail, or the green onion and tarragon galette with herbed goat cheese I
served as the appetizer, okay?)
I am going to post these recipes as soon as I post the Lemon Artichoke
Chicken Salad recipe from our romantic 30th Anniversary picnic on Monday.
I can't post the recipe for the nectarine tart I baked this
afternoon, as I just threw it together. Our niece, Carla, is coming over
tomorrow and I want to make sure she doesn't starve between meals. We girls
are having pedicures and then DT is taking us out to the ball game.
Until my next update, I remain, your Viva La France correspondent.