8.06.2010
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5.06.2010
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5.04.2010
I'm not in Kansas anymore....
I am no longer posting here at blogger....but in fact have made the big switch to
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5.02.2010
Interruption...
5.01.2010
just because...day two.
4.29.2010
Lovely friends and just because..
4.28.2010
Girls in France....quatre..
Of course it wouldn't be right if we didn't show you what
we had after our lunch.
I mean....really.
It would outright RUDE of us if we didn't tell you about
our ECLAIR.
Chocolate Eclair.
Filled with the most amazing soft whipped chocolate mousse.
There....do you feel better now....i mean...
i was only thinking of you.
We stepped out of the car and practically died.
Died and went to heaven.
We were thinking....when do we call our families and tell
them we are now French residents and they have no choice but
to move to St. Remy to be with us.
Bryan hung up on me.
Kim's husband didn't even answer the phone.
whatever.
This rambling 19th-century farmhouse is surrounded by olive trees...
a pool...fountains...and the rooms have original stonework.
{history on the Mas for you}
So....when we walked into the place we were expecting to meet Pierre.
Not to be confused with Jean-Pierre.
Pierre was the "gentlemen" we were having our relations with
on and off for the last few months.
{alright...that sounded totally innapropriate...}
what i meant was.....Pierre was the guy we were chatting with
on and off about our stay.
Instead....me met Karin.
Now...don't get me wrong......Karin was fabulous.
She gave us a tour of the property...
she gave us directions to the brocante that we were heading to the next day...
she was our hostess at dinner...
she was our sommelier at dinner.
She was Karin.
She was not Pierre.
Kim and i had talked about Pierre the ENTIRE trip.
We knew what he was going to look like.....we knew how old he was...
we knew he didn't speak great English...but his French was perfection.
We were excited to meet the elusive Pierre....
but instead we met Karin.
Okay....maybe i never spoke with Pierre myself...
maybe Kim did all the talking...
but Pierre took my emails.
Yes he did.
The best part of our stay here in this Mas...was the food.
At 7:30 every evening the guests may have dinner in the
dining room of the mas.
On this night...we were having guineafowl.
We were fashionably late.
We even thought.....and i mean.. thought....
long and hard about ...
loading everything up from the dining room in the middle of the night
into our car and driving off into the night.
Except we had nowhere to go.
We would have gone right over to Vicki's...
but she was in Australia visiting her father.
So we asked Karin instead....for the name of the company
where they had ordered the linens....
and she was more then willing to share the info.
No need to steal in the middle of the night.
Kim and i spent our first evening fashionably late to our first dinner.
Karin seated us.....
Karis served us our first bottle of wine...
then we met Jaque.
Jaque was the sous chef....and also the server.
{we do not have a photo of Jaque because we did not bring our camera to dinner...
just think...Paul walker+george clooney}
Jaque made trying new things like sardines and raw scallops bearable.
The guineafowl was like free range chicken...
except it was French free range chicken.
I also didn't see them tooling around like i did the pigeon in Paris.
Not that i don't like seeing my birds run free....
but when i have the song from Mary Poppins in my head the entire week...
'feed the birds....
tuppins a bag.....tuppins....tuppins....tuppins a bag'
it doesn't make the dining experience much better.
Kim ordered more wine.
I obliged.
I'm a good friend.
After dessert of fromage....
and a trio of chocolate....
with perhaps....a bit more wine and a cafe creme...
we headed back up to our room.
We staked out our beds.....
Kim needing to be closest to el bain....
something to do with having a loose bladder.
oops....did i just give something away?
No...really....she just wanted to be near the bidet.
Trust me....we were the cleanest girls in France that weekend.
After a great nights sleep listening to the fountain in the courtyard all night..
we awoke to a farmhouse breakfast.
French style.
Oeufs.
Oeufs with chocolate croissants...
and provencal tomatoes.
{let me wipe the saliva from my mouth....}
We needed a healthy breakfast because we were driving
to the brocante.
Errrrrrr.....
i mean Kim was driving us to the brocante..