Cooking with Jenny!
Hello my fellow foodies!
Do I have a recipe for you! Actually several recipes, as I want you to eat well.
Starting Monday, I shall be coming to you live (as opposed to dead!) from my kitchen, cooking up something fierce, but easy, quick, good and GOOD FOR YOU! I will be posting them to my twitter account @fabinfrance and on Instagram, which is huge for me, as I am lazy and I don't really understand technology.
But, as bad as I am at technology, I'm like a ninja with my cooking skills. (I have no idea what that means, it just sounded cool.) So, join me, discover something new, and let's lift those forks in unison.
I will also post the recipe on this website, along with directions.
Please note: I follow a low carb diet, so many of the foods I will make will be comprised of no more than five ingredients and be brimming with goodness.
Fancy eating, everyone!
Thems just the facts, Cletus!
I hope you are well and in good spirits. If not, why? Whatcha doing? Figure it out, y'all. Burning daylight, Pops.
On the other hand, feeling fabulous? Hats off to you. Nothing pleases me more. I want EVERYONE to feel that way. And I mean EVERYONE.
Today's post is about hillbilly honesty.
I hope you will process the information, understand the situation, and find a little inspiration along the way. I'm also going to discuss changing, taking the piss, and becoming Frenchified.
Read time: 7 minutes
Having arrived on French soil, oh some seven years ago, I had stars in my eyes and was under a spell because I had expectations of how things SHOULD be.
Listen, we all have expectations of how things SHOULD BE, but we SHOULD BE smart enough to KNOW how things REALLY ARE.
The French have a lovely expression: C'est comme ça. Basically it translates to, the way things are or, it's like that.
Living in a foreign country that is not your own is hard.
For whatever reason, (and frankly none of your business) generations upon generations have moved their little strong but fragile bodies across the Earth, in search of something better, a new life, for them and their families.
It takes a certain something to be able to adapt to another country full of etiquette, customs, traditions, and history. Common sense would be to educate oneself on your new surroundings... but, and sadly, if only common sense was as common as herpes.
Because of the French, I have changed. I don't know if it is for better or worse, but like any commitment, we must adapt, be patient, attempt to understand and pick our battles. I have shed many of tears my first few years on French soil. These bastards have gone out of their way to insult me, scream at me, discriminate against me, all based on how I look and sound?! F THAT! They picked the battle, but, we all know who's going to win the war. THE AMERICAN.
So, again, I changed. And I've learned the beautiful art of French fighting.
French people go out of their way to remark on stupidity, which they call it debating. Mostly it's being really bitchy.... which Welcome to My Ranch, I know how to call the pigs home, and I do know how to hogtie. Thems just the facts, Cletus.
Don't get me wrong, I am a LOVER, NOT A FIGHTER, however, I feel France has also made me more of a fighter, than a lover. It just depends on the day.
I also find that I will go out of my way to take the piss, which come to think of it, IS VERY FRENCH of me! Frenchified for Life, yo!
(To take the piss is British slang. It means to take the time to piss someone off, effortlessly. I think, anyway, I'm not British.)
When I am feeling overwhelmed and JEN-ocidal (genocidal) I reach out for help from my Las Vegas friends. THEY GET IT! So, please permit me to share some words of wisdom. Shani says: Be old enough to know better.
Shut up, Shani!
his brings me to Hillbilly Honesty.
Ever since I was a kid, I have KNOWN to trust a hillbilly, to not cross a hillbilly, and best believe a hillbilly. Why? I have no idea, just a belief, like believing the sky is the color blue. Uh, maybe the sky's name is Sharon and identifies as something we can't possibly understand. What the hell does my hillbilly ass know?!
I've been called a hillbilly, actually, it was "hilly-billy" but instead of stinging, as was its intention, I was proud.
Two possibilities: I don't respond appropriately to things (you wouldn't either if you'd grown up with a Texas/Las Vegas education) Second possibility: My belief in the GOOD of hillbillies.
The term Hillbilly may evoke negative emotions in you, but let's take the time to define what a hillbilly is. Billy/Bill is short for William, basically it means 'William from the Hills'. Like, famous hillbilly, William Wallace, the Highland Scotsman, for example.
I feel a hillbilly is someone noble, who lives in harmony and respects Mother Nature, they are ONE with the hills. They take only what may be needed. They are kind. Welcoming. Helpful. Strong. Fierce. Observant. Confident. Capable.
They are our frontiersman and woman, past and present: Sacagawea, Davy Crockett, John Chapman, otherwise known as Johnny Appleseed, Stagecoach Mary Fields, Marie Dorion, Jon C Fremont, and Kit Carson, to name a few.
Hillbillies are Survialists. They will do whatever it takes, all bets are off! And like Mother Nature, Hillbillies can be brutal, exact, and a force to reckon with, but c'est comme ca!
Hillbillies are our ancestors. We are them and they are us. We are ONE. They are our true selves. And besides, EVERYBODY has SOMEBODY in their family named William. Even the Queen of England.
So say it loud, say it proud: I AM A HILLBILLY!
Embrace the Hillbilly! Be a Hillbilly! Vive le Hillbilly!
This summer, the family vacationed in the Pyrenees Mountains. (Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I YODELED, and also sang the verse, 'The Hillszzz are alive with the sound of music!' because I could!)
Waking up in St Lary was wondrous! It was so magical to be surrounded by such beauty. I woke up everyday to the sound of the nearby babbling brook, trees showing off their summer hues of green, and the smell of the mountains... the sweetest of perfumes!
On top of that, EVERYBODY there was so kind, sweet, natural - NORMAL! Do you know why? Because they live in the hills! Helllloo!!?!!! It's what I've been writing about!
They reminded me of little Hobbits! (The Hobbit/ Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien) Interested in only being happy, making things grow, smoking the good weed, drinking, dancing, living... and when called upon, they lead the pack to protect the world. Hobbits are fictional hillbillies, as is Aragon, the Ranger.
When life seems to get the better of us for whatever reason, (more than likely it's about how annoyed you are at your kids and partner) we may sometimes yell into the void and threaten to run away and hide, forever! For a brief moment, the idea of hiding out in caves, or running to the hills, or joining the circus, or moving in with the Gypsies, satisfies, but also quells our desires to do anything rash.
When we feel this "pull" to run for the hills, I feel it is our TRUE SELVES telling us the solution to all our problems. Our inner hillbilly wants to feel the grass between our toes and to breathe sweet non polluted air.
SO HEAD FOR THE HILLS!
Am I saying, dump the family, and let the chips fall where they may? - SURE, only if you can live peacefully with that decision, and trust me, you probably can. Humans have been doing that since time immemorial. No judgement from me, do what you must. Rather, what I am actually suggesting is that YOU go for a nature walk, breathe in the fresh air, and just listen to Mother Nature. That seems more doable, yes?
My little family goes for a walk everyday, more than once day. We have a dog, she needs outdoor time. We take care of ourselves and each other and attempt to do more of the activities that make us happy. When we are happy and feeling good, there is no room for arguments or squabbles, and if there is, it usually ends abruptly as it starts. I feel are happy citybillies. And when you are happy, well it's contagious, and makes me less likely to be feisty. But life has a way of throwing curve balls, so one must also be agile enough to move out of the way and avoid being hit. Thems just the facts, Cletus.
With that said, have a good one and head for the hills, y'all.
Take care of yourselves and live long and prosper.
PS. To yodel, just sing: "Little old lady who!"
Check out my two of my favorite places, and I promise you won't be disappointed!
Full disclosure: I am NOT paid nor GIVEN anything from these businesses, nor would I accept it. The exception? Hugs and kisses. THAT'S IT!
90% of my waking life is thinking about, wanting, getting, making, and eating food. I'm human, I need food to survive.
So, it is with great pleasure to share with you two of my favorite places in Bordeaux.
Le 9 ô Plat
This cozy and quaint little resto has been open for more than a year and in that time, I have NEVER had a bad meal here. NEVER. Ever.
Meet Sebastian and Matilde, the owners and operators of Le 9 ô Plat.
They treat and feed you better than family.
Make sure you make a reservation, the place is usually booked up for lunch and dinner, and enjoy! Tell them "Hello!!" from me.
KUNO, more like KUYES !
Ok, lame on the writing, but I couldn't help it, because YES, please go to Kuno.
Located between Grand Theatre and Notre Dame church, on rue Mautrec.
Go on in and order a coffee, eat a cookie, and get cozy.
Aurelie, the coffee Queen, whips up magic and serves you drinkable art.
I ordered the chai latte, something I haven't ordered for years, because I'm not in America. I went for it anyway, and I was not disappointed.
As soon as the scent of cinnamon tickled my nose, and while I slowly drank in the sweetness, delicateness, and frothiness, and I was transported. I was back in Las Vegas. For just that sweet moment, I was back home.
It was then that I declared my love for Queen Aurelie, Magic bean alchemist. Of course, I was more hillbilly than what I just wrote, it transpired thusly: OH MY GOD! GOOD! MMM, YES! (said while giving two thumbs up to the entire place.)
Listen, my fellow foodies, good food is just that: food that tastes good. Best believe a hillbilly, that's just a life rule!
Until next time, eat well, and take care of yourselves!
Pay a little friendly visit Matilde and Sebastien at Le 9 ô Plat, then Aurelie at Kuno!
Go on and visit them -- they'd love to spoil you, as they have spoiled me.
There's some hair in my guacamole!
Hello my beauties!
Do I have a beauty recipe for you! I call it Guacamole Head, because it's guacamole that you put on your head. Obviously.
This hair mask was invented due to food that was slowly bordering on going bad, so instead of throwing it out, I decided to make use of it. Waste not, want not... right.
So without further ado...
Guacamole Head, hair mask
Ingredients: Coconut Oil - Avocado - Peach
BENEFITS: Coconut Oil is good for just about anything. No really. I encourage you to eat it, wear it, use it, but only if you really want to. It's one of my go-to health and beauty products, and so delicious!
Coconut oil brims with healthy goodness and is known to treat Alzheimer's, it prevents heart disease and high blood pressure, reduces inflammation and arthritis, improves energy and endurance, helps with digestion, improves skin issues, teeth and gum issues, and when applied to your crown, expect to see a reduction in dandruff and dry hair. Plus, it encourages hair growth!
Avocado is a fruit, and a magical one at that! Avocados are native to central Mexico and grow on trees, in pairs, that resemble a man's testicles. In Aztec lore, they are considered a fertility fruit, because when you eat it, all sorts of magic ensues! Oh la la!
The fruit is full of vitamins and minerals that does a body good, and when applied to your hair and scalp, it is known to fight hair loss, be a dry scalp treatment, and makes you beautiful. Yes, please!
Peaches -- I love peaches, eating them, wearing them, smelling like them... but did you know that these sweet peaches can also prevent hair loss too?! Well, add them to the mix, because you gotta get dirty to get clean! You know what I mean?!!
Peaches are chock full of vitamins, A & C, and antioxidants which when eaten or applied directly to your hair or face will prevent dark circles, fine lines and wrinkles, and protect against hair loss.
Directions: I eyeball everything, meaning I attempt to make enough of the right amount for my beauty needs. I have long hair, so obviously more product is needed, but please remember less is more, so again, eyeball it to get the perfect amount needed for YOU!
Mix the ingredients in a bowl, make guacamole, and apply directly to your dry hair, wrap it in a plastic cap, and be patient.
I won't lie, it will get everywhere, but no problem, what's good for the hair is good for the skin, so rub the lotion on your skin, or else you get the hose again. (Silence of the Lambs)
Patience: 15 minutes - ?? Be a guacamole head for at least 15 minutes, I do more, but it all depends on your patience. Listen, Rome wasn't built in a day, so take the time to pamper yourself and be good to yourself, because damn it, you're worth it! Helllooo?!!
Once you feel the right amount of time has passed, head to the hose (shower) and wash it out, using your regular shampoo (may have to do it twice, I did, remember, long hair) Get it squeaky clean, so clean your hair squeaks, that's the audio cue (ding!) to know you are done! Then style as normal!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Waoahhhhhhh!
The result is fabulous hair, so silky and smooth, you can't stop touching it. Even Buddha approves!
Let me know if you decide to try it, I would love to hear your thoughts, I welcome them with gusto! Take the time and make the time to pamper and enjoy yourselves, daily, you deserve it!
Be Fabulous, my fellow Earthlings, because life is too short to be anything but!
Thanks for stopping by for a spell and I wish you well!
Bonjour et Bienvenue!
Thank you for stopping by for a spell!
I am a 40-something year old American woman. Born in Texas, raised in Las Vegas!
Frenchified for Life
is a fabulous little lifestyle blog about truly embracing French life!
My intent is to simply inspire you to create something unique and beautiful in your everyday life. The French have this wonderful and annoying habit of seeing the world through rose colored glasses, might as well learn something from them!
That said, I lift my glass to you!
By the way, I mention the name Cachou (or The Cash) a lot, I'm referring to her...