

Piling wrote:Fever again. I am fed up with honey and rhum and thyme… but I appreciate a good hot Japanee miso and vegetable soup. These soups are light and very easy to swallow even if you are ill.





Piling wrote:The good thing is that though all the honey and rhum grog I drank, I did not take weight, even lost 200 g.
But probably the reason is that I have no appetite for any food, while I feel i need to eat.





When I arrived in Paris about a decade ago, I was a vegetarian (out of squeamishness) and on a low-carbohydrate diet. This had seemed reasonable in New York, but it baffled Parisians. Restaurants balked at making substitutions. Hostesses didn’t ask for my dietary requirements.
In one study, 68 percent of French adults said they force themselves to eat some of everything when they’re invited to someone’s house. A Parisian academic told me she became incensed when an American dinner guest requested a vegetarian meal. “Although she was extremely friendly and pleasant — never again!”
When I invited some French families over to eat pizza and watch a soccer match on TV, they automatically assembled at my dining-room table for a sit-down meal. (I had foolishly envisioned eating pizza on the couch.)
The same absolute divine ritual than the Tea time at 5 in England.




Anthea wrote:I have never sat on a sofa and eaten food on my lap![]()
And I am not boring


Piling wrote:Rain, rain, rain, a Feast for Grogs…
As a revenge, I eat them at lunch.







Piling wrote:Currently reading Julia Child's book, after having watched Julie & Julia. That's my philosophy : Never too much butter.
Never too much butter


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