I found some perfect apples for making a tarte tatin, a new fetish of mine.
We can never go to the Beaune market without stopping Chez Sabatier, which sells the best charcuterie in the galaxy. They also give out free slices of saucisson sec to the girls, so everyone is happy.
The French don’t go in for the gee-gaws and huge play apparatuses that North American parents seem to feel obliged to litter their house with once Baby arrives on the scene.
Not only do the French object to how the clutter clashes with the carefully chosen décor of one’s interior, but they believe that little children aren’t that interested in toys when it comes right down to it. Rather, babies tend to be drawn to things they see the bigger people “playing” with. In our house this translates into the measuring spoons, the big girls’ dolls, and my magazines. I’m also deeply troubled and ashamed to admit that Clem has an obsession with the TV clicker.
In Canada, I had an obscene amount of brightly coloured plastic crapola for Charlotte and Camille, and the truth was that they played with it very little.
For Clémentine, however, I find myself doing the baby stuff in a far more minimalist, French style. For one thing, we have a relatively small house for a five person family, as is the case with many French people. I have learned that the smallest babies really only need clean diapers, soft clothes against their skin, someone to give them a bottle, a squeezy teething giraffe named Sophie, and a comfortable place to sleep to be content.
In this light, I had a lot of fun adding a “French Baby Essentials” section to our “French Favorites Store” on Amazon. To have a boo, just click here;
She has a drawer in the living room she knows is hers filled with books and the odd piece of Tupperware. Clem’s most prized possession, the one she covets above all else, is a broken old TV clicker she keeps secreted away in her drawer. She shrieks when anyone gets too close to her TV clicker, like a mother bear over her cub.
I have bought her a Fisher Price telephone from us, and a gold bracelet with her name engraved on it (called a “gourmette” here in France) from Santa with some of the money that I would have, when Charlotte and Camille were babies, spent on space-consuming “educational” toys that we would have tripped over for two years and then ended up chucking in the dumpster.
And c’est tout! Ho, Ho, Ho. Joyeux Noël!
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A while ago I posted some photos of Clémentine at 9 months, and included one of her in her “casque“. So in an attempt to defend myself, here is my explanation of the helmet…
Clem has always been one of those babies who likes nothing better than standing up. She does crawl, but it is basically only useful as far as it gets her from Point A, where she is standing, to Point B, which looks like another promising place to stand up.
Here she is flipping through my La Redoute catalogue. It’s very boring to do that sitting down, n’est–ce pas?
And we’re getting more and more of this kind of thing lately…that is, letting go of furniture and standing up all by herself. It’s tricky, but fun.
Falling down on the wooden floor of the Office is one thing, but falling down on the Portuguese tiles of the living room and kitchen is another thing altogether. They are hard, unforgiving, and necessitate protection for little heads.
Hence the baby helmet. No, it’s not particularly fun or fashionable, but it is very useful for protecting the little noggins of little girls who like standing up. That’s what I’m telling Child Services anyway. What Clémentine will tell her therapist years from now is entirely up to her.
As discussed in the comments of my last Frenchitude post, the big commercial tastings that you pay for are fine if you want to taste a bunch of wines with no obligation to buy, or tour really impressive cellars. However, I persist in believing that the heart and soul of French wine culture resides in the smaller family-run Domaines.
There are of course hundreds of these all over Burgundy, but it is not always easy for a visitor to summon the courage to push open their doors and venture inside.
Many visitors to France know little about winetasting technique or appellations or terroirs. French winemakers, by definition, know a lot. It’s definitely outside most people’s comfort zone to willingly enter into such an unbalanced situation. As adults, most of us are not big fans of feeling ignorant.
However, allow me to let you in on a little secret…the least favorite tasting clients of my winemaker friends here in Burgundy, by a long shot, are the ones who have spent years building up an encyclopedic knowledge about wine, and who are dead set on showing it off.
I regularly hear complaints from local winemakers about this brand of client. One superb but low-key winemaker I know has said of them, “they are so focused on trying to impress me with what they think they know that they spend all their time pointing out the flaws in my wine. They don’t appear to enjoy the wine they’re tasting, and I know that I’m certainly not enjoying myself.”
In my opinion, trying to impress a Burgundian winemaker reeks not only of the pretentious, but of the ridiculous. Consistently I have found that the more a French person knows about wine, the less they need to show off that knowledge.
One amazing tasting I did at the Domaine Comte de Vogue in Morey-Saint-Denis was ample proof of this. Francois Millet, the winemaker, obviously possessed an other-worldly knowledge of wine, and one taste of his “Les Amoureuses“ was proof enough that he also boasted a winemaking talent of the same breadth and depth.
Yet Monsieur Millet spoke very little, mainly letting his wines speak for themselves. When he did answer a question about winemaking technique, he answered plainly and simply. In France, and perhaps especially in Burgundy, trying to impress everyone with your store of wine knowledge is the best way of illustrating how little useful information you actually know.
Instead, consider winetastings an opportunity to discuss and learn. With this attitude, you will make yourself welcome and appreciated at all kinds of Domaines, from the biggest to the smallest.
Also remember there are no right or wrong answers in regards to how a wine tastes. As Aimé Guibert, a Languedoc winemaker, rhapsodized in the film Mondovino, taste is “an internal symphony”. He describes taste as the marvelous alchemy between what you have inside you and how that relates to the wine you drink. It does, and should, vary widely from person to person.
That is precisely what makes wine, and winetasting, so fascinating.
Two days ago when I went for a run / walk my IPOD actually froze like the water coming out of this village fountain, below.