Statistics....

My friend, Anne, sent me a long e-mail full of these interesting statistics... I will try to post one a day.

Sebastien Izambard's L'ombre d'une femme


The incomparable, lovely Frenchman from Il Divo is Sebastien Izambard. He's the pop singer in the group and had composed and sung on his music cd a few years before joining Il Divo. There are also a few other songs he did that are on YouTube. I have no idea where they found them but coupling them with some great photos make them worthy of posting here so I can always find it.

Il Divo

I have become besotted by Il Divo and spend much of my time watching YouTube videos of them. I now own all of their albums and DVD's. I love their music and they are gorgeous to look at. I want to link to one of them but have almost forgotten how to do it..

Chestnuts!

I know I'm supposed to post more about my trip to France but yesterday I was reminded of my love/hate relationship with chestnuts so that's what I'm writing about.

While perusing the produce department at Publix the other day, I spotted a package of chestnuts. They looked clean and somewhat fresh. The label said they were from Italy. I've been told that we and many other places had a chestnut blight that wiped out our lovely chestnut trees and now we have to have trees shipped in from China.., of course.

I've lived in Florida for about 21 years now but at heart I am still a Jersey girl. A damn yankee. Growing up, it was a tradition alround holiday time to roast chestnuts. I love them. The first few years here in the south, I couldn't find them and when I did finally get hold of some they were awful! Size wise, they were small, and when finally roasted at least half of them were rotten. And then there is the problem of preparing them..

Boiling them leaves them rather tasteless. but to roast them, the shell/hull should be slit with a knife because the little buggers have a tendency to respond like popcorn and explode. Unfortunately, they don't hold together like popcorn. My history with them is frightening. I usually do put a slit in them and sometimes I'm even smart enough to enclose them so if they do explode they don't scatter all over.

Well last night I thought I'd just parboil them to give them a start. First I washed them because the chaulky film on them looked a bit like mold... then I was too lazy to score them and put them on a pizza tray to roast. Left the room to watch tv and didn't remember them until the explosion and Shadow flying three feet into the air. Three or four more explosions until I got to the kitchen. Turned off the oven and with a small potholder grabbed the tray to pull it out. Unfortunately I moved too fast and at least half of them hit the hot oven floor and proceeded to attack me with exploding projectiles of shells & chestnut meat.

Of course, I burned my hand, trying to retrieve the ones still whole and managed to get a few while ducking to avoid more exploding chestnuts. The ones I saved were delicious with only one not quite up to par.

This morning my clean-up project for the day was to vacuum out the oven. I have to admit that it was a first for me. I had to wipe down the top, sides, and shelves but the vacuum cleaner was the only tool that could get into the nooks & crannies to capture all the tiny little pieces.

I wonder if someone sells a chestnut roaster? One that is guaranteed not to attack.

Here is a photo of the owners of La Carriere, the B & B where Annie & I stayed after our workshop. It is owned by Justin & Robin Saunders. He's English and she is American. Two cute daughters who love to play dress-up and a loving old dog make up the rest of the family. We really enjoyed our stay there. The book that is recommended on their site is well worth the read. Michael S. Sanders', From Here You Can't See Paris. It is about the most amazing restaurant. We had Robin set up a reservation for us and it was the best meal I've ever eaten...



I have decided that the funk I'm in is because I miss France. I'd love to move there but since our US dollar is now worth dirt, it isn't feasible but I am thinking that perhaps next spring or summer, I can rent a "Gite" (cottage) or small house and stay for 3 or 4 weeks. I might even try for a house swap... I just need to have the largest yard sale ever to empty out this place. That & get busy listing piles of stuff on eBay. I will try harder to post & upload some more photos of France.

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Just something to post until I can make time to play catch up... To my Brother who reads this.... I got your message but what is new phone number, new job and new life???? Call me again.

I'm going to France!!!!

Tomorrow I leave for France. I'm taking a one week workshop in a small town called Durfort and then one of the other women in the class and I are going to visit some other places in SouthWest France for another week.

The trip over will be exhausting but I'm so excited. Lots of links and photos when I return. Promise!