French for a day….

On Sundays we have this little event called The French Market which sets up near the train station here in town. All it really is …is a glorified farmers market….but the reason i really go…you will see at the end of the post. {if you really want to peek…look next to lola}

Lola and i leave the boys at home.
I tried taking them once….but we ended up buying tomatoes that the boys decided to start throwing.
I bet you’ve never seen a tomato fight at a farmers market have you?? Neither had i……and i don’t plan on buying anymore tomatoes that are squished on the floor.
They are not very good…..trust me.


The fresh cheese is phenomenal……


Fresh figs are delicious peeled and wrapped with a thin slice of prosciutto, then grilled till the prosciutto is slightly crisp……..drizzle a little bit of honey on that bad baby….and you have yourself a darling little appi for your next soiree.
yes…i can cook every once in a while……
i’ve even started leaving a jar in the kitchen …so if Bryan so chooses…he can deposit some money in there….sort of like paying me ……because even though i have many titles in my life……”chef” is not one of them……
when the jar is full of his hard earned cashola….he gets a damn good meal.

What is it about the word…Farm Fresh Eggs? I guess i imagine healthy little hens running around a cute farm ….laying darling little eggs…..brown little eggs.

yum.

This is where you might want to stop.

stop.right.here.
What you are about to see next is what makes Lola and I want to skip church and set up camp early sunday mornings.
I tried to warn you……

French crepes made by Denisa.

*sigh*
Let me tell you…..if you’ve never had a real french crepe……..well…….i can’t really tell you….
you will just have to come and try one…..
we love the nutella crepes.
love.
love.

I also just found out that Denisa caters. Can you imagine having a girlie party with lots and lots of French Crepes?

I think we need to have one…don’t you?

I’ve decided to head back to the gym. The crepe’s have done a number on me this summer….

I don’t know how those french girls eat crepes all the time…and they don’t even know what the word

“exercise” means…..and the wine……I drink wine also…..and i love a good chocolate croissant.

maybe if i add more butter to my diet?

That’s what Julia Child did….just add more butter to everything.
What do you think?

xo
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p.s. I have a couple of sponsor spots opening up….if you think that you might be interested…and your shop would mesh nicely….email me for more info.

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