Sunday, October 20, 2013

'Be yourself' is about the worst advice you can give some people.






Six am. There's a cat in the garden. I only discover this when  opening the door to let the little angels out for their early morning constitutional. Sophie hurtles past me, picks up speed, throws her head back and howls. Bob follows suit. They disappear into the darkness. By the light of the torch two furry, fast moving, figures can occasionally be seen charging through the orchard. The unmistakable sound of branches snapping . There go the tree peonies. The cat has long gone by the time they give up the chase and come back inside.

The baker has returned from his holiday. He said he'd be closed for three weeks but actually stayed shut for four , nearly five. That fluid French attitude to work. He looks very tanned. This morning he's been making a local delicacy '' Pave du Quercy ". This it seems is a made out of sugar, butter, dried fruit, cherries, and nuts. It seems to have the consistency of an uncooked Christmas Pudding. The word '' indigestion " flits before my eyes. We buy some macaroons.




10 comments:

  1. Good move. It does look suss. We've had a cat at 5 a.m. I, Daisy, wake the household to let everyone know...

    XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy

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    1. Daisy - You'd fit right in here without missing a step.

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  2. Someday I hope to try a 'real' French macaroon. A patient was telling me a couple of weeks ago that he carried a box of Ladurée macaroons home with him from a trip to Paris--Are they really that good?

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    1. I had a strong feeling that they were, my patient thought so too.

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  3. Darn these cats, causing tree peony destruction!

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  4. I agree with the sentiment in the title!
    The macaroons do look good.
    Cheers, Gail.

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  5. Good choice!! I would have stuck to the macaroons as well.
    That cat had better beware, he's playing with fire. One wrong move in the dead of night and he's cornered by the two policing PON angels.
    Brownie's nemesis here is a black and white feline that takes pride in sauntering down the street where he can see my poor boy straining at the gate to get out to give chase. When Mr. Cat is satisfied that he has got Brownie's attention, he promptly sits in the middle of the street with a taunting look on his face....one of these days.....one of these days.

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  6. A lot to catching up for me it seems! The little darlings are keeping you on your toes!
    All the best,

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  7. Maybe he should try his hand at a Quercy macaroon?

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