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My friend Ngan gave me this rose, so delicate and perfect, a new variety called 'Avalanche Suisse'. So lovely in this Leonardo glass it makes me happy looking at it.We spent the afternoon cooking and eating, making sorbet, chatting and watching half of the four episode British drama Serial North and South (how I love these BBC period films!). Her husband Jozef joined us in the late afternoon and

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On our way home yesterday something happened that left me feeling strangely disturbed much of the evening but also reminded me that I was blessed to be with a man with a big heart and to have many generous souls as friends. Today I needed to think about the nature of my generosity, or rather, the lack of it.I came across this book at my friend Moira's 15 years ago. The work had been translated

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Today we took a day trip to Dieppe, a port city on the English channel in North Normandie, 45 minute train ride from Rouen the capital of Normandie where we have been the past few days. We walked and walked for hours, the streets of the old town where there was a large farmers’ market and the shopping festival, then along the pebbled beach where we had our impromptu picnic lunch, up to the

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A few self-portraits I did 5 years ago exactly today.It seems like 5 years ago was longer than it really was. Work was busy and exciting, we were upgrading to a new version of PeopleSoft. I was making good progress at the piano with my teacher. In the evening I'd go out dancing salsa late into the night. The garden was exploding with purple and yellow flowers. The World Cup was going to happen

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Québec City : Memory IIYou happened the waycertain Chopin's, certain ballade phrases, wearing all their conviction,enter my bone to claima place of immortality. The rose ofall things you are, inevitable, deathlessmusic of ancient stones. Silently you wait togrow memories.How is it that I arrived ?Here music rises unheard, melodies in our fleshand bone intensely felt, intensely lived.Only in

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There was an instant where I felt the universe stopped, so intense the excitement and the energy, so magical the colors and lights, so heavenly the music I wish it would go on forever... An elating and yet exhausting experience.I am meditating on this poem by Rilke.To MusicMusic. The breathing of statues. Perhaps:The silence of pictures.You, language where all languages end. You, timestanding

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Picnic at Lake Geneva in Montreaux on the way to Zurich. It's day 1 of our vacation in Switzerland. 25 degrees celcius on September 11. We were lucky with the weather indeed.We are visiting with my dear aunt Sai and uncle George in Zurich. How wonderful to have family on the same continent!

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When I was living in Grenoble 10 years ago, the only place to find chocolate chip cookies North American style was this one particular bakery that wasn't doing the usual French patisserie type baked goods. Muffins and donuts were non-existent then. These days you can find these items easily in many chained patisseries. The French call shortbread type cookies 'les biscuits', and good old American

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Late Friday afternoon we headed south to a small medieval village called La Roque sur Cèze to catch the last bit of summer.We stayed at the cottage of our friend Marie-Claude. Each morning we were greeted by these two goats wandering about.Some snapshots from around the village from our evening walk. Some snapshots of other towns we visited not far from La Roque.And of the historic monastery

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Is Paris the most romantic city in the world? Let me confirm. Yes yes yes!Four years ago today I arrived in Paris to meet Yannick for the first time after some months of internet flirting (I was living in Victoria and he was living in Lyon). The last time I saw him it was four years prior.This was taken in Lyon in October 2002, our first picture of us together. We were young and innocent (ha!)

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And in French...Un de mes poèmes préférés d'un de mes poètes préférés.Femme Amoureuseun poème de Rainer Maria Rilketraduit par RungVoici ma fenêtre. Si doucement je viensde me réveiller.J'ai pensé que je floterrais.A quelle distance attient-elle ma vie,et où commence-t-elle la nuit ?J'ai pu penser que tout étaitcalme autour de moi;transparent comme l'intensitéd'un cristal, assombrie, muette.Je

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This is one of my favourite poems by one of my favourite poets.Woman In Love by Rainer Maria RilkeThat is my window. Just nowI have so softly wakened.I thought that I would float.How far does my life reach,and where does the night beginI could think that everythingwas still me all around;transparent like a crystal'sdepths, darkened, mute.I could keep even the starswithin me; so immensemy heart

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I baked these turtle oat squares yesterday for a kick-off pot-luck/BBQ evening organized by the International Christian Community of Lyon. It was our first time there.There must have been around 40 people. A lot of them were Americans, but there were also other nationals as well. They were very friendly in a very North American way with lots of personal questions and exchanges of stories. I love

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Yesterday Jean-Luc and Gisèle invited us to have lunch with their family in their home in the countryside about 20 minutes by car from Lyon. But as usual, we ended up staying the whole afternoon, and having a late dinner with them too.Aside Jean-Luc and Gisèle and their four children, Jean Luc's mother and sister were also there, as well as Gisèle's parents and Pauline's boyfriend. In the photos,

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I love a clear blue cloudless sky. But I also love watching the clouds. Their movements, their formations, their infinite shades-- I find all these utterly beautiful and mesmerizing.I have to thank Andrew for these photos. We made a pact last week to take some photos each day.I am grateful to Andrew for much more than these photos. He has been a most reliable friend, always there when you need a

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I am playing with recipes to recreate this packaged cookie called iced taralli that I used to eat regularly in Victoria. What?! Packaged cookies?! Regularly?! Moi?!There was always access to it, a few packages on supply at home, one or two in the desk's drawer at the office, in the purse (you do have emergency essentials in your purse, don't you?) I first discovered this, of all places, at

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Today we went to have lunch with Yannick's godmother Tatan (Auntie) Paulette at a restaurant in Roanne where she lives. Roanne is a municipality about 90 kms northwest of Lyon and well known for good food. Our experiences in the restaurants around here have always been wonderful and today was no exception.Today was another hot day. We arrived at the restaurant at 12:40pm and were seated on the

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Today it was sunny and hot and this was my first time to a U Pick farm.A friend of ours Hai Tai who is also Yannick's badminton partner came with us. He's also a banana which, I just learned, refers to a person of Asian descent (yellow outside) who thinks and acts like a Caucasian (white inside).Here they are tasting different chili peppers and making funny noises. Cherry tomatoes in a green

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I love incorporating roasted sweet potatoes (often called incorrectly 'yam') in my dishes. It must be my Thai tongue that loves some sweetness in my savory dishes (yes, there's sugar in every Thai dish). And all that fiber and minerals are good for you. And, as I discovered, they are not well known among, but agreeable to, these sensitive French tongues.When we have company over, I like to make

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Does this man look like he needs to lose some pounds? Yes, according to him and his doctor. And being a supportive partner, I am happily obliged to create an 'eating light' menu plan for him until the goal is achieved.Day 1 dinner: tofu lasagna.Day 2 dinner: leek quiche.Day 3 dinner: maple roasted chicken breast with roasted tomatoes and braised fennels.Day 4 dinner: home made thin crust

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After my expressed concern via a Facebook comment about not having seen any blueberries in the markets (we are mid-August!), Yannick proudly surprised me with two baskets yesterday (they were actually blackberries, but we won't tell him that). Very sweet of him though, wasn't it?A casual remark like that to Yannick can make things materialize. Take, for example, "hm, I love Turkish delights!",

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Yesterday we had a family gathering at Yannick's parents in Barby, about an hour or so from Lyon. Everybody arrived around 1pm. The weather was very agreeable, warm with soft breezes, the sun was shining, and it was a pleasure to be in their beautiful garden and to see everybody again.I have come to appreciate and love the French custom around the dining table, sharing a meal over leisurely

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In Lyon, you can go to a farmers market everyday of the week, all year round, rain or shine. Our local market which is a block from our apartment happens on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. At this time of year, we get very excited about fruits, and so I go most market days.Always found in our shopping bag are nectarines, cherries, cantaloupes, and beefsteak tomatoes. They are really very

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Last Thursday I packed for a 4-5 day trip to some unknown destination that Yannick had organized as a surprise. And what perfect timing. After such an uncharacteristically cold spring, it was just about the first beautiful warm day. Which was followed by beautiful warm, hot, almost too hot days. And as it turned out, our destination was Provence!This photo was taken by Yannick. He used to have

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I was going for the New Zealand team today, but only because I would go for any team playing against the Italian. Seeing the Italian team lose a match used to give me enormous pleasure and it was almost worth the self-inflicted stress of watching the games. If there was a team that didn't leave me indifferent... But then, you know, I am reminded of some awesome things coming from this country.

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Over 10 years ago now I read Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet in English and French and recently I have wanted to reread it. And I thought, why not in Spanish? So today I decided to copy all the letters in the Spanish version by hand in my poem book. That way I reread the letters again, slowly, contemplating each word, meditating on each phrase, in Spanish. And I spent a few hours this

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I'm resurrecting this blog after a long absence of 16 months. Resurrecting and expanding from food blog to include some other tidbits of life.I'd like to start by sharing this poem by Katherine Mansfield.The SecretIn the profoundest oceanThere is a rainbow shell,It is always there, shining most stillyUnder the greatest storm wavesThat the old Greek called "ripples of laughter".As you listen, the

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I made 4 desserts today, not that we needed more trouble added to finishing up foods before going away in a few days. But in my defense I had to use up cottage cheese and the oranges.I suppose I could just have eaten the oranges, but surely there must have been a good reason why I didn't think of it then. The first (banana sorbet) was finished in no-time, and thus no photo... The last three were

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I had never been a fan of hard, dry, crunchy cookies, but recently some not so rock-hard types started to grow on me. In fact, I became addicted to this particular iced taralli. Taralli is an Italian crunchy pretzel-like biscuits, which can be either savory or sweet.I had been wanting to try baking biscotti for quite some time now, and today given that I was in a baking mood and had only 5

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My first memory of peanuts was when I was around 8 years old (it is no exaggeration to say that most of my childhood memories are snippets of events associated with foods). My father was back to Bangkok from a short term assignment out of town, and as usual it was a happy occasion for my sister and me. One day the three of us were walking on a neighborhood street and my father bought a bag of

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A good weather forecast along with the Dine Out Vancouver event were enough to prompt us to hop on the ferry for a weekend getaway in Vancouver. The Dine Out event, organized by Tourism Vancouver, is a delicious celebration of BC food and wine with 180+ participating restaurants offering 3-course dinner for $18, $28, or $38.After browsing a few menus along Robson Street, we chose to go to Il

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Occasionally some food experimentations are not deemed suitable for sharing. And that was one reason why I got myself a smaller springform pan (7 inch to be exact) so that I can halve the quantities of some experimental cakes. This particular cheesecake falls into this category.The recipe uses 2:1 ratio of cottage cheese to cream cheese. A super protein and light dessert indeed. Though I

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Yannick wanted to make hamburgers so I suggested having an impromptu get-together with some friends tonight. Phone calls were quickly made and invitations graciously accepted, and while I planned it to be a casual no-fuss affair (hamburger, chips, ice-cream?), I couldn't help fussing just a little.With company, we usually start the evening with aperitif à la française. For us it's simply some

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Cashews and pistachios are among my top favorite foods to snack on, but as we all know, they are extremely high in calories and must be consumed in moderation. I read recently that roasted chickpeas make a nutty and crunchy alternative snack, and as they are a good protein and fiber source, it was on my (long long) list of recipes to try.As I was roasting yams and potatoes for dinner today, I

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It was a sweet slow summer afternoon in Lyon when I had my first introduction to clafoutis. Therese, a good friend and a good cook who shared interests in food and cooking, invited me to lunch in her apartment during my vacation there. For the main course, she made a delicious vegetarian lasagna, with bright clean tomato sauce, perfectly cooked mixed vegatables, creamy bechamel and gruyere

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Tuesday and Thusrday evenings Yannick plays badminton and ends up having a caloric dinner (happily prepared by me) afterwards between 9 and 10pm. Often while he's off at the court, I would take a mental note of the fridge's contents and perhaps browse TasteSpotting or FoodGawker for some inspiration for possible things that I could make in reasonable time.Unless he makes a special request for

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I hardly eat bananas, but love them when added to fruit salad or granola, or incorporated or made into desserts, such as banana cake / banana bread.Or this. Here is a baby banana from Thailand. One that went skinny dipping in honey and then off to leisurely hours of sun-bathing. From many internet sources, this type of banana is called 'finger' or 'lady finger'. In Thai it's called Leb Meau

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Eventhough the days were sweet and slow, Christmas holidays seem to have come and gone by so quickly. We thought about and sent good wishes to our families and friends who were far away. Christmas day, aside opening presents, we spent most of the day digesting excess from Christmas eve while preparing a nice meal for dinner.Christmas Eve was spent with our friend Ryan and his family (in picture

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In Victoria we do get delicious super sweet, juicy and crunchy corn in the summer, but the kind of corn I really love is this starchy and chewy corn that I used to eat in Thailand. And sadly, this is my very last one that was brought back (20 of them) from my last trip. Why only 20?! Next time I'll know better.I know it as 'candle' corn or sometimes 'sticky rice' corn. Now that I think about

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Yannick was excited to hear the weather forecast announcing snow last week. How beautiful and romantic it would be! But it's the fifth day that we have been snowed in and there's no end in sight. Yannick is amusing himself endlessly with birds and squirrels. And for me it's kitchen time. Today lunch was sesame and ginger noodle salad which I served with okonomiyaki which is a kind of Japanese

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Le CheesecakeTurtle Oat SquaresItalian Egg BiscuitsSweet Potato Ravioli with Roasted Garlic Sun Dried Tomato PestoBlackberry Almond TartTiramisùCandied PeanutsOrange Cranberry BreadCranberry Almond Whole Wheat BiscottiChunky Peanut Butter & Oatmeal Chocolate ChipstersLight Luscious Apricot CheesecakeCottage Cheese Quiche SquaresRoasted ChickpeasBlueberry ClafoutisSpaghetti in Thai Roasted Chili

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I suppose that's a lot of time spent in front of the screen... I really do love good movies.21 grams (2003)35 Rhums37°2 le matin (1986)5 * 2 (2004)500 Days of Summer (2009)6ixtynin9 (1999)8 Femmes (2002)A Couch in New York (1996)A Fish Called Wanda (1988)A Good WomanA Good Year (2006)A Love to Hide (2005)A Map of the WorldA Perfect MurderA Room with a ViewA Very Long EngagementA beautiful Mind (

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2012· I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (Maya Angelou)2011· Giovanni's Room (James Baldwin)· Bridget Jone's Diary (Helen Fielding)· A Thousand Splendid Suns (Khaled Hosseini)· The Kite Runner (Khaled Hosseini)· Leçons Particulières (Hélène Grimaud)· When the Heart Waits (Sue Kidd Monk)· The Color Purple (Alice Walker)· The Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath)· To Kill a Mockingbird (Harper

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Welcome to Avec Gourmandise!Name : Rung (a Thai name which means Rainbow) aka CamilleWork : Peoplesoft / Oracle consultantFormer hometown : Bangkok, ThailandCurrent hometown : Lyon, FranceFood advisor (a.k.a. the eater or the guinea pig) : Yannick Avec Gourmandise : the belief that food (and other things in life), however humble, is meant to be pursued and shared with utmost pleasure. And that

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