How fast does the TGV go?

How fast does the TGV go? That's the high-speed train in France that can go up to 200 mph. We shot this brief video out the window on a trip between Paris and Lyon. It's a smooth and quiet ride. Puts Amtrak to shame!

Say "Fromage!" (That's "Cheese!")

"Un repas sans fromage comme un journée sans soleil." – French proverb
(Translation – Any meal without cheese is like a day without the sun.)

One of the things I enjoy most about our trips to France is the Cheese. Way back in 2000, on my first trip to France with CL, I decided that I wanted to try all 365 cheese in France. Since that early declaration, I've scaled back ...


An essential reference is the DK book, French Cheeses : The Visual Guide to more than 250 Cheeses from every region of France by Kazuko Masui and Tomoko Yamada. [As an aside, I have to chuckle every time I see the authors' names. My sister married a man from Japan who does not have such an appreciation for cheese.] If you don't want to purchase a copy, try your local public library. It's well worth a look with color photos and commentary.

On each trip to France, I take notes on the cheeses we eat, which ones we like, what year we had them, etc. I note all this in my copy of the French Cheeses book (above). After 10 years of tracking our cheese habits, we mostly stick to the same list of 40 (or so) cheeses. This is partially limited by the fact that we tend to visit the same areas each time (That's where the family and friends are, so that's where we go). We also know what we like now, and tend to want to have the "good ones" again while we can get them in country. Many cheeses are regional, so if you don't get to a particular region, you may not be able to get a particular cheese easily.

If you're not serious enough to get the book, try the Wikipedia listing of French Cheeses. It's not complete, but it's a good starting point.

[Add Photo of Cheese Market]
The cheese counters/aisles in French grocery stores are magnificent! You've never seen anything like it in the US. [By the way, they consider most of our American cheeses as "plastique" meaning tasteless and dead because they are always wrapped in plastic and not allowed to breathe. I'm trying to share some of the artisinal cheeses made in the US--and we have some good ones, too!]


After a typical French meal, a plate of cheese is presented (before dessert). Under ideal conditions, this plate is allowed to warm to room temperature as that brings out the flavors better. The cheeses are usually eaten with a good French bread (another staple). Some cheeses (like Roquefort) are so strong, they are best eaten with wine. (I don't consider myself a wine drinker, but even I can tell that Roquefort is tempered by a good red wine. Our French family and friends knew I was serious when I ate and enjoyed Roquefort, a serious blue cheese.

Here are some of the cheese plates we encountered on this trip.
Our favorites are starred ***.


Starting at 12:00 and working "around the clock," these cheeses are :
Chaource *
St. Felicien du Dauphine
Roqurfort *
(Walnut cheese of unknown provenance)
Brique de Chevre du Forez
Comte * (center)




At a family reunion we were invited to attend, a large wheel of Brie de Meaux was presented on a straw mat. This one was made from un-pasturized milk. A second wheel of Brie was made from pasturized milk, which had a much milder taste.

Here's what it looks like "plated."

In France, salad comes at the end of a meal. In this case, it was presented along with the cheese. An elder in the family walked by with his plate, and he had such a big piece of this cheese, I thought it must have been a piece of white cake ... Nope! It was cheese!


In the evening, we had a cheese tart made with Maroilles cheese. This cheese is so strong that you can't eat it cold. It is tamed with heat, and so they serve it on a tart.


Starting at the the top (or 1:00, in this case) :
Gaperon *
Cantal *
Fourme D'Ambert
Chevre (a local goat cheese)
St. Nectaire
Bleu D'Auvergne



The Gaperon was a new cheese for us on this trip--and a most pleasant surprise! It is very flavorful, but fierce (even, severe) looking cheese. It's not for the faint-of-heart! Unfortunately, it is not a well-respected cheese as it is low-fat and made from the whey left over from another process. Gaperon has a garlic and cracked pepper flavor that kept me going back for more--until I could identify the flavors (The reference book was back in our room, so I couldn't check it at the table.)

What about the rind, you ask? Some of the moldy rinds are edible; some are not (For instance, some rinds might be too dry or hard to chew). Usually it's a personal preference as to whether or not you eat the rind. It is essential part of making many cheeses.


Starting at 1:00 :
Cantal
Roquefort (bleu)
Petitte Billi (fresh goat cheese) *
Brebis Pays Basque *

Other Cheeses this trip :

Perail (by Lou Perac) *
Camambert
Boursin *

There are many other favorites that we didn't get to try this year, but I'll stop here with my cheese reverie. Bon Apetit!

First Spring Blooms

Returned from our trip to see these beauties blooming in the yard. When we left, the stems were just peaking through the mulch. A welcome site on an otherwise cold, windy and sunny day.

Tarte aux Pommes (or Apple Tart, French-style)

While in France this trip, we visited our long-time family friends, Françoise and Albert Poyet at their house in the small village of La Canourgue. Here's a picture of their house to set the scene :


This house has been in Françoise' family for literally hundreds of years. There are painted portraits on the walls of her family members through the years ... some from before the French Revolution, some after.

How to make a Tarte aux Pommes (French Apple Tart)

Step 1 : Walk a block to the corner market to get supplies :
* Apples (3 or 4)
* Applesauce
* Frozen Butter Crust (puff pastry could also be used)
The person at the check-out register will know exactly what you will be going home to make, and will bid you "Bon Appetite!"


Step 2 : Lay out the crust in your favorite tart pan. Françiose left the baking parchment in the pan to make clean-up easier.


Step 3 : Spread applesauce on the bottom of the crust, so the tart doesn't get too dry. We bought some single-serving cups for this purpose.



Step 4 : Peel and slice the apples in 1/8 -1/4-inch wedges. Arrange in a pleasing pattern. My job was to peel and slice the apples, aside from recording the scene. ;-)

It really doesn't take as long as you might think to arrange the apples in this single layer, as opposed to just tossing them in like we do for American apple pie.


Step 5 : Sprinkle with sugar and cinnamon as desired. (At this point, I think I've seen Martha Stewart add apricot jelly over the top to make a nice glaze.)


Step 6 : Bake at 425 degrees F for about 20 minutes.


Cut and enjoy! It can be eaten by hand (like a slice of pizza). The crust is strong enough to hold it together.


Bon Appetit!

Thank you for the cooking lesson, Françoise!

Please note : this is a family recipe handed down over the years. There are no precise measurements. You just do it until it's right ...

We are in France!

This is how I can tell -- a real bona-fide croissant, buttery and fresh! Pass the green plum preserves! Yum!

Actually, we were in France for the first 2 weeks of April. (We left the Paris airport just hours before it was closed due to the ash clouds from the erupting volcano in Iceland.) Since we did not have regular internet on the trip, I'll be posting things here for the next few weeks. Enjoy!

A little more explanation : The mother of my husband was French. So every other year (or so), we go to visit family and friends in France. Don't think of it as a once-in-a-lifetime dream vacation to France that we get to do again and again. It's more like a long way to go to see family. Lots of great food and company! Stay tuned ...

Here If You Need Me ... Click

This little video is about so much more than just wearing a seat belt.
This is what Anchors do for each other. Enough said.

For Sandy, Dottie, CL, SKS, Janna, Caroline, DO, Sinden, Diane, Ma, ...

Lemon Poppy Seed Bread (Cake)

This recipe is here because we keep misplacing the tattered paper one in the recipe box. This way, we'll always be able to find it! This is the preferred birthday cake at our house.

Lemon Poppy Seed Bread (or Cake)

3 cups flour
2-1/4 cup sugar
1-1/2 tsp baking powder
1-1/2/ tsp salt
3 eggs
1-1/2 cup milk
1-1/8 cup salad oil
3 Tbsp Poppy Seeds
1-1/2 tsp vanilla

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Mix all ingredients together and beat about 2 minutes.
Grease 2 bread pans. Bake for 1 hour.
While it's baking, mix 3/4 cup sugar with 1/4 cup fresh lemon juice. This gives the juice a chance to melt the sugar.

After removing from oven, and while it's still hot, brush the top with the lemon juice mixture.

It's also tastey with honey butter on top. (Just melt butter with honey and brush on top.)

Hey--That's My Mom! -- or the Power of Touch

About a year ago, my mom nearly died from rare complications of Shingles (Yeah--I know--scary stuff!). She is the Public Health Officer for her county. She wrote about her battle with Shingles in this article that recently re-ran in The Antigo Daily Journal. 

 

In January 2009, my mom spent a week in Wausau Hospital dealing with it. I remember calling her one morning in the hospital before I went to work in my own hospital. I live about 2-1/2 hours away from her. Before they figured out what was going on, she was having episodes in between a stroke and a seizure. While I was talking with her, she kind of faded out and said, "I have to go ... I'm having another one ..." Meanwhile, I'm 100 miles away thinking, "Oh, my god! This could be the last time I talk with my mom--where she actually recognizes me!" At first I didn't know what to do. Then I called back, got the nurses' station, and asked that someone get into the room with her, that she was having one of her "fits." Whoever answered the phone must have been used to family members calling in distress. She said the nurse was with her ... I think she might have even walked into the room with the phone, as I could hear someone comforting my mom. When it passed, the nurse--who was calm as a soft southern rain--came on and explained to me what had happened, that they were watching these episodes, timing them, etc. to try and figure out what was going on. She did as much to comfort me as my mom.

What really hit me was that this nurse was right there holding my mom's hand while she was having this episode. I know how busy these health care professionals are, and how immersed they have to be in technology. I can't tell you how much it meant to me that someone as busy as a nurse in a busy hospital took the time to hold my mom's hand when I couldn't be there to do it myself. 

 

My mom herself is a public health nurse. I am a hospital librarian. People go into nursing and healthcare because we care about people. Most of us are service-oriented, caring people. But the nature of the business has changed such that it's easy to let technology take over. In some respects, that's good. Her doctors told her that if she had had this bout of shingles with these particular rare complications in the 1980s, she would have died. They just did not have the anti-viral medications to deal with it back then. As it was, they sent her home with a central line catheter, and a machine that administered her medications for 3 more weeks. My Dad got quite adept at setting up the machine for her.

 

Holding someone's hand seems like such a small thing--but it's huge!

 

Here's another tear jerker story for you :

I recently came across a story where a child was hit by a car. Sadly, she died before her parents could get there. A Police Officer on the scene took the time to sit and hold her as she died. That was a great comfort to the parents who could not be there themselves. As hard as it was to lose their child, they knew she had not died alone.

 

Learn more about Shingles and how to prevent it. I'm providing this link because I know there's a lot of MIS-information out there (I've seen and heard it up-close and personal) . My mom is on a public health crusade to get kids vaccinated with the chicken pox vaccine--that's the only sure way to avoid Shingles later in life. This is pain you can avoid. Finally, talk to a health care professional if you have concerns about Chicken Pox, the vaccines, or Shingles.

Storytelling with Debra Morningstar

For the FVUUF Fellowship Dinner in Oshkosh this month, Debra Morningstar told Native American Stories. I was so looking forward to this program! I even skipped out of Quilt Guild and fat-quarter bingo to see her program this month.


Debra Morningstar asked Oliver to pull this blue snake out of her bag so he (the snake) could help her tell a story. Debra didn't know it then, but snakes are very important to Oliver. He was born in The Year of the Snake. This simple act had more meaning for him than she knew at the time. I made sure to tell her after the program.


Every time she said "snake" in the story, Oliver was supposed to shake the rattle. When she said "snake," we listeners were supposed to hissss like a snake. Sorry for the blurry pictures--these are all action shots with no flash, as I didn't want to distract her.


Here, the kids are listening, and Debra is telling the story, singing, and beating her drum for emphasis.

The 2nd part of the program was for adults. A big part of Debra's mission and purpose as a storyteller is to dispell the many stereotypes about Native Americans. She told a moving (and true) story about her Gramma Cassie being ripped from her home as a child, name, language, even her braids were taken from her. Her fingers were broken for the crime of speaking her language. For years, she was "re-trained in Western ways." When she was able to go back to her people, she couldn't speak with them--she'd forgotten her language. So when people tell her, So I hear you Native Americans got a problem with alcohol," she tells them this story.


Towards the end of her program, Deb invited 2 friends from the UU to play a few songs with her. Deb played Native American flute; Marie on guitar and Nancy on drum. They met at the craft sale in early December. They all had booths in the same area of the lobby. They got to talking and realized they were all musicians, too. During lulls in the day, they would come around and serenade the rest of us vending that day. It was so nice! That was the first time they played together--and I was there!

That craft sale in December was also the first time I met Debra Morningstar--and I now I keep running into her at the UU. She treats me like a sister, always with a warm greeting and a hug. I told her then how much I was looking forward to her storytelling program in Oshkosh. She reminds me of Sandy ... very warm, yet she speaks her truth. No one is going to use her for a door matt. She is strong. She has overcome a lot in her life, and she chooses to focus on the positives. I am looking forward to this friendship blooming.

2 Black Dogs in the Snow

Maggie in the winter sun.


Purty in the same winter sun. Purty's favorite place is next to the fire, or the hot air vents in the house.


A chickadee found it's way onto our porch this afternoon. I got a picture before it flew off ...