A French affair started with lunch.
The table was set with care, and thought to detail.
A heart on top of a bowl of gazpacho.
Tossed green salad
flavored with dill and roasted walnuts,
well mixed conversation
spiced with humor and tease.
Old friends,
New friends,
faded lavender with a vibrant fragrance.
Without thought of who, what or where...
Lunch is a French affair...
Holiday.
Caramelized onions layers with thinly sliced potatoes and cheese,
then baked in a cast iron skillet.
Another recipe to put in my pocket.
The dill and roasted walnut salad slide in next to it.
Mingled taste gave way to,
Delicious coupling.
Brocante finds:
Silver forks, knives and spoons.
Linen too.
Lunch in Provence:
With French Husband, Cheryl, Vlad and Denise.
Home made panna cotta with roasted fresh apricots with honey rosemary glaze.
By far one of the best dessert I have ever had.
And I do not like panna cotta... until today.
A French affair means untold delights in the unexpected.
I begged Denise for her recipes!
The kitchen goddess,
the bearer of rich taste,
the recipe holder
my friend from blogging: Denise.
(Sorry no photo of Vlad ...)
What did you have for lunch today.
Merci Vlad and Denise for the lovely lunch today.
