Parmesan Zucchini Casserole
1 package (16 ounce) penne pasta
4 zucchinis, 1cm thick slices
2 teaspoons butter
1 large onion, sliced
2 large clove garlic, minced
4 c milk
¼ c flour
¾ c parmesan cheese, grated
Sal t and pepper to taste
4 carrots, peeled, grated
5 tbsp chopped fresh basil
1/3 c dry bread crumbs
2 tbsp parmesan cheese, grated
1. Preheat oven to 175 C (350 F)
2. Bring large pot of water to a boil. Add pasta and cook 5-8 minutes. Stir in zucchini and let cook for 5 minutes, or until pasta is al dante. Drain.
3. Meanwhile, in a large pan, melt butter and sauté onion and garlic 1-2minutes. Add milk and flour. Stirring occasionally, let cook 5 minutes or until spoon become lightly coated. Remove from heat and add parmesan cheese, and salt and pepper.
4. In a 9x13” baking dish, combine pasta, vegetables, milk mixture and 4 tbsp of basil. Sprinkle with bread crumbs, 2tbsp parmesan cheese and remaining basil.
5. Bake in preheated oven for 30 minutes, or until golden brown.
Makes 8 servings.
Proabably really good with some garlic butter sauteed shrimp.
Just sayin haha
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
found the measuring cup :D
Time : 9:33pm
Location : The Chair
Weather : Lovely 8C, enjoyed a full sunset today :)
Today was an all Lou day. Aka; Wednesday.
Due to the rain and non-functioning windshield wipers, we did not go to gymnastics. The Bureau of Employment needed to be tended to.
Having nothing else to do, and Lou was apparently starving (haha I sound so attentive to her needs), we had lunch before 1pm today. Which totally threw me off. Not really, but I found it odd.
Something else I found odd; the package said for them to be mini steaks (steakettes), but once I cooked up the little pucks of meat, and cut into it for our lunch, it turned out it was more like a hamburger patty. I’m not a huge huge fan of eating pucks of meat, and even less of eating pucks of meat that are supposed to be cushioned between a bun and other fixings. However, I made do with a little Dijon mustard.
Our one outing of the day was to get Lou some fake nail kit of some sort. We had no luck with that. While on the hunt I continued the Quest for the Pink Floyd CD. Also a flop.
Just looking at the track listings and comparing songs I know, like and don’t know, I think I will buy either Dark Side of the Moon, or Wish You Were Here. Anyone have any comments or suggestions?
When today first started, I was weary of Lou and a potential hang over from a little disagreement we had on if Moccasins are classified as shoes or socks from the previous night. I had let it go and accepted that they were shoes, even though the way I wear them they are 100% slippers, but when I went to tuck Lou in I was reminded.
Back to today, I was weary of the potential of me wearing ‘shoes’ inside, thankfully, the issue never arose and instead we bonded over nail polish. I painted her nails that lovely orange red color I have, mine were already done, and even got complimented on my skills.
Later I found out that nail polish is not to be worn to school, and only on weekends and holidays. Which I probably should have asked about, but did not think of it at the time. Now I know.
More bonding happened over a lovely bout of karaoke. Who knew ABBA was popular with young French kids? And of course, a near classic for kids; Aqua.
If we weren’t getting on well enough already, we solidified in the kitchen. I pretty much supervised the making of a casserole. I combined two recipes to make some kind of semi creamy Parmesan zucchini dish. It would have been pretty good, but Marie-Anne got back 45 minutes later than either of us expected and I did not put tinfoil on soon enough. The results were still kind of tasty, but not too creamy. Next time I will use a deeper dish and maybe a little more sauce. What sauce there was did taste very good. I’ll post the recipe ASAP.
That brings the day to a close.
I really should have taken a photo of the casserole so that I would at least have one photo for today, but it got eaten up too quick.
Oh well.
Tomorrow I will again attempt going to yoga. With my luck I will end up exiting the highway too soon and end up in Nice or Marseille..
9:58 pm
Location : The Chair
Weather : Lovely 8C, enjoyed a full sunset today :)
Today was an all Lou day. Aka; Wednesday.
Due to the rain and non-functioning windshield wipers, we did not go to gymnastics. The Bureau of Employment needed to be tended to.
Having nothing else to do, and Lou was apparently starving (haha I sound so attentive to her needs), we had lunch before 1pm today. Which totally threw me off. Not really, but I found it odd.
Something else I found odd; the package said for them to be mini steaks (steakettes), but once I cooked up the little pucks of meat, and cut into it for our lunch, it turned out it was more like a hamburger patty. I’m not a huge huge fan of eating pucks of meat, and even less of eating pucks of meat that are supposed to be cushioned between a bun and other fixings. However, I made do with a little Dijon mustard.
Our one outing of the day was to get Lou some fake nail kit of some sort. We had no luck with that. While on the hunt I continued the Quest for the Pink Floyd CD. Also a flop.
Just looking at the track listings and comparing songs I know, like and don’t know, I think I will buy either Dark Side of the Moon, or Wish You Were Here. Anyone have any comments or suggestions?
When today first started, I was weary of Lou and a potential hang over from a little disagreement we had on if Moccasins are classified as shoes or socks from the previous night. I had let it go and accepted that they were shoes, even though the way I wear them they are 100% slippers, but when I went to tuck Lou in I was reminded.
Back to today, I was weary of the potential of me wearing ‘shoes’ inside, thankfully, the issue never arose and instead we bonded over nail polish. I painted her nails that lovely orange red color I have, mine were already done, and even got complimented on my skills.
Later I found out that nail polish is not to be worn to school, and only on weekends and holidays. Which I probably should have asked about, but did not think of it at the time. Now I know.
More bonding happened over a lovely bout of karaoke. Who knew ABBA was popular with young French kids? And of course, a near classic for kids; Aqua.
If we weren’t getting on well enough already, we solidified in the kitchen. I pretty much supervised the making of a casserole. I combined two recipes to make some kind of semi creamy Parmesan zucchini dish. It would have been pretty good, but Marie-Anne got back 45 minutes later than either of us expected and I did not put tinfoil on soon enough. The results were still kind of tasty, but not too creamy. Next time I will use a deeper dish and maybe a little more sauce. What sauce there was did taste very good. I’ll post the recipe ASAP.
That brings the day to a close.
I really should have taken a photo of the casserole so that I would at least have one photo for today, but it got eaten up too quick.
Oh well.
Tomorrow I will again attempt going to yoga. With my luck I will end up exiting the highway too soon and end up in Nice or Marseille..
9:58 pm
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
French, or Mexican ?
Time : 8:39 pm
Location : the couch
Weather : warm, but rainy :(
Today felt so long.
I did not sleep well last night because I had a tummy ache.
Leading to me not being able to fully wake up this morning, and plus, I still had a tummy ache.
I had zero energy until well past ten when I finally dragged myself out for a run. I was tired, but it definitely helped get me going. I soon left the house again to go for a walk. I really like walking, but unfourtunately, it started to rain on me.
I made lentils today. Sure I made them a couple hours early, but I had nothing to do and I really wanted to try it out.
Come supper time it turned out that I made them wrong. I used the pressure cooker, like I was supposed to, but I steamed them instead of boiling them. No big deal, I just boiled them for ten minutes then they were good enough to go. Now I know how to make lentils. And they are so delicious. I want to know why we don’t eat them much at home.
I feel as if lentils are a French food. Not really though, they make me think more of Mexico and of corn. The reason I kind of feel like they’re a French dish is because while I was cooking them, one of the renovation guys asked me what I was making, then made a comment about French cooking. It was more implying I was cooking French. Awesome.
I would like you all to know that I am a master of driving standard. I can drive in reverse, stop on hills (and start again without stalling) and do anything I need to. 100% Master, am I of the stick. Gotta love Yoda. I would also like you to know that it did not take me two weeks to get the hang of it. I pretty much had it after a couple days of practice, I just kept forgetting to say so.
Something that you don’t see in Canada, or at least where I live, are policemen at the elementary school. Every day. Yes, they are there every day after school to make sure that nobody steals the children. Which is nice I guess. However, none of the kids walk home alone anyways, all of their parents come.
I would also like to note that I am the youngest person there and stick out like a sore thumb. Mainly because I’m not wearing a parka.
I did not take any photos today sadly.
And I have nothing left to comment about.
Short short short entry!
TaTa
8:50 pm
Location : the couch
Weather : warm, but rainy :(
Today felt so long.
I did not sleep well last night because I had a tummy ache.
Leading to me not being able to fully wake up this morning, and plus, I still had a tummy ache.
I had zero energy until well past ten when I finally dragged myself out for a run. I was tired, but it definitely helped get me going. I soon left the house again to go for a walk. I really like walking, but unfourtunately, it started to rain on me.
I made lentils today. Sure I made them a couple hours early, but I had nothing to do and I really wanted to try it out.
Come supper time it turned out that I made them wrong. I used the pressure cooker, like I was supposed to, but I steamed them instead of boiling them. No big deal, I just boiled them for ten minutes then they were good enough to go. Now I know how to make lentils. And they are so delicious. I want to know why we don’t eat them much at home.
I feel as if lentils are a French food. Not really though, they make me think more of Mexico and of corn. The reason I kind of feel like they’re a French dish is because while I was cooking them, one of the renovation guys asked me what I was making, then made a comment about French cooking. It was more implying I was cooking French. Awesome.
I would like you all to know that I am a master of driving standard. I can drive in reverse, stop on hills (and start again without stalling) and do anything I need to. 100% Master, am I of the stick. Gotta love Yoda. I would also like you to know that it did not take me two weeks to get the hang of it. I pretty much had it after a couple days of practice, I just kept forgetting to say so.
Something that you don’t see in Canada, or at least where I live, are policemen at the elementary school. Every day. Yes, they are there every day after school to make sure that nobody steals the children. Which is nice I guess. However, none of the kids walk home alone anyways, all of their parents come.
I would also like to note that I am the youngest person there and stick out like a sore thumb. Mainly because I’m not wearing a parka.
I did not take any photos today sadly.
And I have nothing left to comment about.
Short short short entry!
TaTa
8:50 pm
Monday, November 29, 2010
"where are you going?", "I dont know" .
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| Mt. Saint-Victoire |
Time : 10:35 pm
Location : I claim this chair.
Weather : about 5 C. It was super nice out though today!!
Mmmmmmm today was so wonderful!!
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| walkin |
I really wanted to try my hand at making some crepes, so I did. I found the simplest recipe on the internet (to assure that we had all the ingredients) and tried it out. 1 cup of flour, 1 cup milk, 1 egg, I eyeballed the vanilla, (hence them being tasty) and threw in some sugar. The recipe said nothing about sugar or vanilla, but I know they’re tasty!! Haha
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| The Bounty |
So, my crepes didn’t turn out. Well they did, just more like pancakes than crepes. About the time I finished flipping the last one onto my tinfoiled stack, the reno guys had finished early for the day (some kind of complications or something??) and so we all left. Them in their truck, I went by foot.
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| This tree should be in one of my backyards |
I walked out of town the way that I run by. I headed up into the hill where I also run. This is all on the same route. I saw the lovely Mt. Saint-Victoire and many beautiful sights as you will see by the photos.
While walking I pondered a lot. Mainly reminisced of other past adventures I have been on in recent years. It was very nice. I was very happy walking and thinking to myself how lucky we are that the world is so beautiful.
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| Lunch Time |
I made it to Narnia about an hour later (I was taking my time). Narnia is the name I have given that one particular spot of interest where there just so happens to be a Luynes town limits sign. Right in that area there is a T intersection and a small bridge so that the train can pass underneath. Being not European and thinking that train tracks are barely used, I thought about climbing down and crossing to sit on the opposite side.
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| Heaven. |
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| Writing |
I sat there for about an hour and a half. I munched, wrote, gazed.
I felt like I was in ODS again, kind of. I had my backpack (and noted that other than a notebook and writing utensils, a waterbottle (not filled with water), a sit upon and sunglasses, I was missing next to all my Daily Essentials) and had headed off on my own little adventure, just like a Solo. I got there, did my little set up camp thing, once I chose my location and then I ate and thought. The thinking part is very key. I don’t think we realised it, but we learned to really think and get in tune with ourselves when we would go on those solos. At least I did. I enjoyed this moment(s) today quite a bit, if you can’t already tell.
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| Countryside.. while kind of still being in town.. |
The chapter reflected on the idea that children and philosophers see the world differently than adults. The difference being that children and philosophers are (and allow) themselves to constantly look at the world a new and be amazed in all it’s beauty, wonders and world-ness (I lack a better word, or word at all). Whereas adults (no specification on when Adulthood is reached) are no longer as amazed by the wonders since they have already seen them.
Some of you know that in the morning times, while sitting at the breakfast table, I sometimes spurt incredible quotes of out no where. I don’t know if this is because I am still half asleep, or it is my truly brilliant mind just doing it’s thing. Anyway, this little view from Sophie’s World made me remember one of my quotes :
Cool eh? I thought so.
When I got back I did some cleaning and home stuff. I had that nice fiery sensation on my skin that you get from being outdoors for hours, just knowing you’re full of freshness, and I itched for another walk. Not having much time before I had to fetch Lou, I made a quick jaunt to the post office, for the obvious reason, and returned, then left.
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| Actually an intense down hill |
We got to theatre class, I hung out in the “lobby” and read more of Sophie’s World. A man pointed to the book and said “That’s hard.” I don’t know if he was referring to the contents of the book or to the fact that I had it paired with a French English Dictionary (I like to learn ok?). Either way, I agreed.
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| Sky was playin games |
Getting home was well, kind of interesting. I made the same mistake as last week and went down the wrong highway. Luckily I knew what I was doing (funny idea; making a mistake but knowing what you’re doing) and got us back on track. All I need to do is learn the way home that doesn’t take half an hour.
The rest of the evening went on as usual; play, bath, (this is for Lou), supper, clean up, chill (aka do my photos and Blog, and email, and chat, oh boyyyyy) and go to bed.
Time to add photos and get sleep.
Xoxoxo
11:02 pm
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| I don't think these homes have changed for centuries |
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Jerusalem Artichokes.
Time : 9:30pm
Location : that wonderful chair.
Weather : inside it’s a little hazy due to me burning some nuggets..
I don’t know why people like sleeping in. it always makes me feel yucky. I slept in until 10am this morning (oh my!). And it made me feel yucky. To be fair though, nobody else in the house was up much earlier. I had made a perfectly timed entrance to breakfast.
Following, I worked more on The Project. No worries, this is not the same kind of Project as in Linkin Park. (please comment if you get that joke, I thought it was fairly witty)
I’m fairly pleased with this project but I am running out of material to work with. I need to go on more adventures. It better be nice tomorrow. I’ve got an idea.
Laurence was still here, so we had a wonderful brunch again. Oysters are growing on me. Did you know, that raw oysters are even more delicious if you put a little bit of squeezed lemon juice on it before you slurp it down?! Try it!! Also, ever hear of a Jerusalem Artichoke? Neither had I. Or Marie-Anne. But she found it in the market so she bought some and cooked ‘em up just like mashed potatoes. They were way better than mashed potatoes. I found a new favourite mashed vegetable.
After lunch we headed out to a museum. We drove about an hour to Arles where we took in la Musee departemental Arles antique. Which translates into the Arles departmental antique museum. An odd name I’d say.
Arles is situated right on the Rhone river. This was a prime location for the Romans to set up civilizations over time and many artefacts have been found in the river as well as in the Mediterranean Sea into which it flows. The whole museum is dedicated to artefacts found over the last 20 years. The museum is not very old itself, being only 15 years old (1995), which I believe is a “young” museum.
There was a statue (just the head) of Julius Cesar found in the Rhone not too long ago and thus there was a little exposition about it. I didn’t think that the exposition had anything to do with him other than there was his head in one spot. I was amazed at how well it was preserved, for being found in the river especially!!
Something that we take for granted as Canadians is the fact that all our museums are bilingual; French and English. Museum language is sometimes hard to decipher as it is, but masked in another language I kind of felt like I was missing out on some things. Mainly when I had to ask Marie-Anne what a “casserole” is. Turns out it is a pan or a pot. French 1, Me 0.
We got back after 6pm and I just hung around the house, worked on some of the Project again. And tried to finish making the soup that Marie-Anne had started. Well, actually, all I had to do was stir it, but I did not know that. The vegetables that were in the process of being steamed into mush just needed to be stirred with the egg beater type machine she has, then the soup would have been actual soup. I tried mashing it up and could not for the life of me get it to the right consistency. So I left it for an hour or so, thinking the vegetables needed to be cooked more. Lou came home from her Dad’s and I started to worry that the soup was not ready. Finally I remembered the machine and two minutes later supper was served. Big deal eh? Haha
That was my day.
Hopefully I can stay up and watch a bit of the Rider game. Fingers crossed for a win!
xoxox
Location : that wonderful chair.
Weather : inside it’s a little hazy due to me burning some nuggets..
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| Mosaics |
Following, I worked more on The Project. No worries, this is not the same kind of Project as in Linkin Park. (please comment if you get that joke, I thought it was fairly witty)
I’m fairly pleased with this project but I am running out of material to work with. I need to go on more adventures. It better be nice tomorrow. I’ve got an idea.
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| Julius Cesar First time not on my plate |
Laurence was still here, so we had a wonderful brunch again. Oysters are growing on me. Did you know, that raw oysters are even more delicious if you put a little bit of squeezed lemon juice on it before you slurp it down?! Try it!! Also, ever hear of a Jerusalem Artichoke? Neither had I. Or Marie-Anne. But she found it in the market so she bought some and cooked ‘em up just like mashed potatoes. They were way better than mashed potatoes. I found a new favourite mashed vegetable.
After lunch we headed out to a museum. We drove about an hour to Arles where we took in la Musee departemental Arles antique. Which translates into the Arles departmental antique museum. An odd name I’d say.
Arles is situated right on the Rhone river. This was a prime location for the Romans to set up civilizations over time and many artefacts have been found in the river as well as in the Mediterranean Sea into which it flows. The whole museum is dedicated to artefacts found over the last 20 years. The museum is not very old itself, being only 15 years old (1995), which I believe is a “young” museum.
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| Mosaics |
Something that we take for granted as Canadians is the fact that all our museums are bilingual; French and English. Museum language is sometimes hard to decipher as it is, but masked in another language I kind of felt like I was missing out on some things. Mainly when I had to ask Marie-Anne what a “casserole” is. Turns out it is a pan or a pot. French 1, Me 0.
We got back after 6pm and I just hung around the house, worked on some of the Project again. And tried to finish making the soup that Marie-Anne had started. Well, actually, all I had to do was stir it, but I did not know that. The vegetables that were in the process of being steamed into mush just needed to be stirred with the egg beater type machine she has, then the soup would have been actual soup. I tried mashing it up and could not for the life of me get it to the right consistency. So I left it for an hour or so, thinking the vegetables needed to be cooked more. Lou came home from her Dad’s and I started to worry that the soup was not ready. Finally I remembered the machine and two minutes later supper was served. Big deal eh? Haha
That was my day.
Hopefully I can stay up and watch a bit of the Rider game. Fingers crossed for a win!
xoxox
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Swordfish.
Time : 9:54 pm
Location : Kitchen Counter
Weather : Raining frogs, but not cold frogs.
I thoroughly enjoyed today. It was a most excellent day in the simplest way.
I got to sleep in a bit today. I could have slept well into the afternoon if I wanted to, and if it was possible for me.
I got up feelin’ pretty good. Enjoyed my breakfast nice and slow and took my time getting myself together. One of those just enjoying ‘being around’ mornings, ya know? Somewhere in between breakfast and getting ready all my energy just left. I finished getting ready, and went on to watch one of my favourite movies; Edward Scissorhands.
Quick comment: Tim Burton is probably my favourite director. Granted he is the only the director that I can say I like, because I just do. If you threw out another’s name and said “What do you think of his/her work?” I’d hafta say, “Who?”.
Long comment: Did you know that DVDs are not a universal affaire? I do now. I went to play my DVD in the DVD player, and it said something about check region code. I had no idea what meant, but I am also really bad at getting DVD players to work for some reason. So I tried another disk of mine, still no positive result. I used my laptop. Later I asked Marie-Anne what that meant, and well, apparently the world has been cut in half for DVDs (and probably other things too). She said that most DVDs from America (I’m assuming this regards all of North America and not just the States) will not play in the players here. Weird eh? And slightly inconvenient.
Marie-Anne’s friend, Laurence, is over for the weekend so she made us a lovely lunch. Lunch seems to be The Meal here. I can now say that I LOVE and have eaten Swordfish. At least I think that was what it was. Either way, very delicious. It tasted a little salty, and was very tender, nice and flaky. Excellent. I recommend you try it ever if you get the chance.
While sitting enjoying lunch, I just so happened to be gazing out of the window and I saw something wonderful: snow: tiny flakes were flowing in the wind. They melted as they hit the ground, but sure enough, there it was. My first snowfall here. Too bad it did not last and was soon replaced with a light sprinkle of rain, that also did not last.
Of course by the time we finished lunch it was well into the afternoon. I promptly headed out to Aix as I had planned once everything was cleaned up.
I think there was some kind of winter carnival going on in the downtown. There were all kinds of children’s rides on the sidewalks and squares were full of small performances and tents full of worldly crafts and goods for sale. One of the main streets had become a Christmas market (which is a bunch of generic shacks all done up and selling their Christmas doodads on the sidewalk). Along with all the wonderful food booths of cotton candy, candy apples, roasted nuts, popcorn, chocolate covered Belgian waffles, churros and many other things that were very ordinary for carnival events, and other things that I am getting the vibe are very French.
I loved walking around, taking it all in. There were so many people around all having a great time and everyone created a delightful atmosphere. I browsed through shops as well, enjoying looking at everything. I am getting very good at being a tourist.
The streets, wet from the rain, made all the night lights, Christmas lights and traffic lights reflect and created a gorgeous scene as the sun set.
I met up with Marie-Anne and Laurence at Le Cezanne to watch Les Petits Mouchoirs (Little Tissues, literally.). Since it is a French movie, and I doubt anyone reading this blog is going to see it anytime soon, I’ll give a quick run down. So, if you are planning on seeing it, spoiler alert begins here. Next paragraph will be safe for your eyes. So, it was about eight friends, all around the same age, middle aged, some with spouses, some not, some happy, some not, some changing between the two. A tragic event right before their annual summer getaway gravely injured one of the eight, making them seven on the trip. Drama ensues as past demons and memories are awakened and well, seven (plus three kids) people living together for weeks can cause a bit of stress. Everyone’s stories intertwining made it full of twists and turns. It was a fairly long, about t tow and a half hours but it did not feel long, which is a good thing.
I recommend seeing it.
After the movie we parted only to rejoin at home. The drive home was rainy and it is still rainy now.
Marie-Anne and Laurence went out for supper, and I stayed here. Content. It’s really wet and I’m wiped. All the wondrous sight seeing tired me out. Oh, and I was planning on littering this entry with more photos than pictures, but sure enough, my camera battery was dead. I did not even get one picture. Maybe I will go back tomorrow just to walk around and take photos. I think it is the last day for the carnival too.
Well, that was my day.
And to brighten some people’s day, I was unsuccessful with buying a Pink Floyd CD. Haha, I just can’t seem to find one here, which of course only makes me want one more.
That’s that way she goes, the way she goes.
Bonne nuit!
10:26
Location : Kitchen Counter
Weather : Raining frogs, but not cold frogs.
I thoroughly enjoyed today. It was a most excellent day in the simplest way.
I got to sleep in a bit today. I could have slept well into the afternoon if I wanted to, and if it was possible for me.
I got up feelin’ pretty good. Enjoyed my breakfast nice and slow and took my time getting myself together. One of those just enjoying ‘being around’ mornings, ya know? Somewhere in between breakfast and getting ready all my energy just left. I finished getting ready, and went on to watch one of my favourite movies; Edward Scissorhands.
Quick comment: Tim Burton is probably my favourite director. Granted he is the only the director that I can say I like, because I just do. If you threw out another’s name and said “What do you think of his/her work?” I’d hafta say, “Who?”.
Long comment: Did you know that DVDs are not a universal affaire? I do now. I went to play my DVD in the DVD player, and it said something about check region code. I had no idea what meant, but I am also really bad at getting DVD players to work for some reason. So I tried another disk of mine, still no positive result. I used my laptop. Later I asked Marie-Anne what that meant, and well, apparently the world has been cut in half for DVDs (and probably other things too). She said that most DVDs from America (I’m assuming this regards all of North America and not just the States) will not play in the players here. Weird eh? And slightly inconvenient.
Marie-Anne’s friend, Laurence, is over for the weekend so she made us a lovely lunch. Lunch seems to be The Meal here. I can now say that I LOVE and have eaten Swordfish. At least I think that was what it was. Either way, very delicious. It tasted a little salty, and was very tender, nice and flaky. Excellent. I recommend you try it ever if you get the chance.
While sitting enjoying lunch, I just so happened to be gazing out of the window and I saw something wonderful: snow: tiny flakes were flowing in the wind. They melted as they hit the ground, but sure enough, there it was. My first snowfall here. Too bad it did not last and was soon replaced with a light sprinkle of rain, that also did not last.
Of course by the time we finished lunch it was well into the afternoon. I promptly headed out to Aix as I had planned once everything was cleaned up.
I think there was some kind of winter carnival going on in the downtown. There were all kinds of children’s rides on the sidewalks and squares were full of small performances and tents full of worldly crafts and goods for sale. One of the main streets had become a Christmas market (which is a bunch of generic shacks all done up and selling their Christmas doodads on the sidewalk). Along with all the wonderful food booths of cotton candy, candy apples, roasted nuts, popcorn, chocolate covered Belgian waffles, churros and many other things that were very ordinary for carnival events, and other things that I am getting the vibe are very French.
I loved walking around, taking it all in. There were so many people around all having a great time and everyone created a delightful atmosphere. I browsed through shops as well, enjoying looking at everything. I am getting very good at being a tourist.
The streets, wet from the rain, made all the night lights, Christmas lights and traffic lights reflect and created a gorgeous scene as the sun set.
I met up with Marie-Anne and Laurence at Le Cezanne to watch Les Petits Mouchoirs (Little Tissues, literally.). Since it is a French movie, and I doubt anyone reading this blog is going to see it anytime soon, I’ll give a quick run down. So, if you are planning on seeing it, spoiler alert begins here. Next paragraph will be safe for your eyes. So, it was about eight friends, all around the same age, middle aged, some with spouses, some not, some happy, some not, some changing between the two. A tragic event right before their annual summer getaway gravely injured one of the eight, making them seven on the trip. Drama ensues as past demons and memories are awakened and well, seven (plus three kids) people living together for weeks can cause a bit of stress. Everyone’s stories intertwining made it full of twists and turns. It was a fairly long, about t tow and a half hours but it did not feel long, which is a good thing.
I recommend seeing it.
After the movie we parted only to rejoin at home. The drive home was rainy and it is still rainy now.
Marie-Anne and Laurence went out for supper, and I stayed here. Content. It’s really wet and I’m wiped. All the wondrous sight seeing tired me out. Oh, and I was planning on littering this entry with more photos than pictures, but sure enough, my camera battery was dead. I did not even get one picture. Maybe I will go back tomorrow just to walk around and take photos. I think it is the last day for the carnival too.
Well, that was my day.
And to brighten some people’s day, I was unsuccessful with buying a Pink Floyd CD. Haha, I just can’t seem to find one here, which of course only makes me want one more.
That’s that way she goes, the way she goes.
Bonne nuit!
10:26
'Arry Pottere
Entry for November 26th 2010. Due to blog mal-functioning it was posted in the morning instead of the night.
Time : 11:45 pm
Location : my desk
Weather : really nice out, no wind, nice temperature. Perfect.
Today was fairly relaxing.
I went for my run pretty early, I was out the door by 8:50 am. It was a little cold, but I warmed up quickly. On the plus side, I might have to wear my insulated running tights if it somehow manages to get any colder in the mornings.
The rest of my day was really lax. I got all my stuff around the house done, checked up on some touristy things to do in Aix.
I found a copy of When Harry Met Sally in the living room and was feeling really tired so I popped it in and snuggled in with a cup of tea. It was really good. I found it rather sad actually. Of course by the end it was happy, but just the whole movie seemed sad. Good storyline though. I’d recommend it. Also, I think Billy Crystal played Miracle Max in the Princess Bride. They have the exact same voice.
Apart from taking Lou her bag of sleepover things to school at 4:30pm, that was pretty much most of my day for that portion of the day. I did walk around town as per usual. Unfortunately nothing interesting happened or was bothering my sinuses.
Once the evening came on I headed off to Aix to go see Harry Potter 7. I was 100% certain of the route, I go to the theatre and everything was alright. Only thing was, I was still in my car. The street that was full of parking spaces when we went to a movie a week or so ago was now full to the brim. I somehow forgot that we went on a Tuesday and this was a Friday. It took me quite some time to find a parking spot. I ended up parking underground. There is this HUGE underground parkade that is 5 levels underground. I’ve never been so far underground in a vehicle. I don’t think I have at least.
Luckily there was barely a line up at the ticket booth, and to even help the matter more, some guy opened a register right when I got there so I only had to wait for one person to buy a ticket then I was in the cinema. Excellent timing.
I won’t say much about the actual movie to avoid a spoiler. But I will say that I really enjoyed it. If you know me, I really get into movies. I was sitting on my hands, hands covering my eyes so I couldn’t see, hands covering my whole face (I don’t know why..), hands over my ears! I was on the edge of my seat, flinging myself back in relief and laughing at myself for being frightened of something not frightening at all. The woman beside me, who was with her little children, spent more time looking over at me to make sure I was ok than at her own kids.
Something I had not thought of was Harry Potter is supposed to be full of all these different accents. English, Irish, Scottish, other places. It is actually a very worldly film, if you think about all the characters. That was lost in the French translation of it. (Yes the movie was in French). Harry and Ron sounded like they came from the same place, as did Hermione. Which was kind of too bad, but really, what are you going to do? I never considered that the different accents would be lost in the translation.
I made it home A-OK. No wrong turns, not missing exits. A-OK.
Thus, here I am, typing my lil’ day away.
And done and away it is.
Good Night!
12:05 AM
Time : 11:45 pm
Location : my desk
Weather : really nice out, no wind, nice temperature. Perfect.
Today was fairly relaxing.
I went for my run pretty early, I was out the door by 8:50 am. It was a little cold, but I warmed up quickly. On the plus side, I might have to wear my insulated running tights if it somehow manages to get any colder in the mornings.
The rest of my day was really lax. I got all my stuff around the house done, checked up on some touristy things to do in Aix.
I found a copy of When Harry Met Sally in the living room and was feeling really tired so I popped it in and snuggled in with a cup of tea. It was really good. I found it rather sad actually. Of course by the end it was happy, but just the whole movie seemed sad. Good storyline though. I’d recommend it. Also, I think Billy Crystal played Miracle Max in the Princess Bride. They have the exact same voice.
Apart from taking Lou her bag of sleepover things to school at 4:30pm, that was pretty much most of my day for that portion of the day. I did walk around town as per usual. Unfortunately nothing interesting happened or was bothering my sinuses.
Once the evening came on I headed off to Aix to go see Harry Potter 7. I was 100% certain of the route, I go to the theatre and everything was alright. Only thing was, I was still in my car. The street that was full of parking spaces when we went to a movie a week or so ago was now full to the brim. I somehow forgot that we went on a Tuesday and this was a Friday. It took me quite some time to find a parking spot. I ended up parking underground. There is this HUGE underground parkade that is 5 levels underground. I’ve never been so far underground in a vehicle. I don’t think I have at least.
Luckily there was barely a line up at the ticket booth, and to even help the matter more, some guy opened a register right when I got there so I only had to wait for one person to buy a ticket then I was in the cinema. Excellent timing.
I won’t say much about the actual movie to avoid a spoiler. But I will say that I really enjoyed it. If you know me, I really get into movies. I was sitting on my hands, hands covering my eyes so I couldn’t see, hands covering my whole face (I don’t know why..), hands over my ears! I was on the edge of my seat, flinging myself back in relief and laughing at myself for being frightened of something not frightening at all. The woman beside me, who was with her little children, spent more time looking over at me to make sure I was ok than at her own kids.
Something I had not thought of was Harry Potter is supposed to be full of all these different accents. English, Irish, Scottish, other places. It is actually a very worldly film, if you think about all the characters. That was lost in the French translation of it. (Yes the movie was in French). Harry and Ron sounded like they came from the same place, as did Hermione. Which was kind of too bad, but really, what are you going to do? I never considered that the different accents would be lost in the translation.
I made it home A-OK. No wrong turns, not missing exits. A-OK.
Thus, here I am, typing my lil’ day away.
And done and away it is.
Good Night!
12:05 AM
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