thesis-ing today, but dreaming of the french riviera (probably because i watched "bonjour tristesse" on tcm yesterday). wearing my chambray shirt in tribute. ah, la vie!
it is gray and rainy in montreal today. so i'm curled up in bed with "secrets of the flesh," judith thurman's biography of colette (it's for class, i swear), and a grand bol of café au lait, just like they serve at mamie gateau in gay paris.
and up. i'm leaving rennes soon, for a summer séjour at home in houston, before starting grad school at mcgill university in montréal. but i'm still taking pictures and cooking up a storm. to wit, apple compote: peel and roughly chop three or four apples (i used golden delicious), bring to a boil along with a couple tablespoons of water, then turn the heat to medium, add several tablespoons of sugar (depending on your taste), reduce until all the liquid has boiled off (about twenty minutes), then add a knob of butter (i used jean yves bordier butter, made here in brittany), and voilà. feel free to add cinnamon, but mine was super good without it.
"By rose, by satiny bosom, by the fondling hand, by slops, by empties, by popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, soft Bloom, I feel so lonely Bloom."