Pistou for the Soul

I’ve been in a bit of a year-end funk, I’m sorry to admit. Too much work and not enough play makes me a very crusty girl. Maurice Chevalier was greatful for the little girls who would become women. This girl/woman is thanking heaven for heaping bowls of joy inducing soup.Soup is my favorite thing and Pistou…

Keep It Simple

I think I gave friends the wrong impression when I informed them that I was determined to drop some weight. I say this because they seem to think I meant I was willing to live on green leaves, nuts and berries. Needless to say, that was never my intention. I still believe in a hearty…

Still Weight(ing)

Sticking to my dietary guns is torture and goes against everything holy in my little world. Cheese, Cheese, Cheese! I want cheese. The pounds are coming off so slowly I can hardly stand it.  Though I’ve enjoyed the barest shavings of parmesean on a salad, I’ve been strong on my reduction regimen. In a few…

Who Moved My Cheese?

I’ve learned something. The consumption of all my favorite french bites without benefit of daily walks along the Seine is not a good thing. So I have been forced to put myself on a very strict, dare I say un-french regimen. As painful as it will be, it is necessary. Eight weeks since I’ve returned…