Hello there! I hope you had a very memorable Christmas, spent surrounded by loved ones, friends and good food.
That was the case for me! Christmas in France (like anywhere really) is a special occasion! Here is a sneak peak of my very simple, very sweet, Frenchified Christmas!
Before we headed to the festivities, we had a quick stroll in Place de la Comédie to admire her glow!
Christmas Eve, we headed over to my belle sœur's (sister in law) home for a fun little party! My beau père (father in law) was in town, so we ate, drank and had a merry time! Aren't they sweet!?!
Christmas night was spent with my mother in law! The candles were lit, the table set, and waiting for us was a feast big enough to feed a small country! That evening my sweet belle mère made a typical French menu including: two different types of appetizers with Champagne, then foie gras served with figs and fresh bread, next, there were oysters, lobster, and crab, then, there was capon with mushrooms and mashed sweet potatoes! Everything was so effortless and tasted too good!
From my family to yours, we wish you the very best these last days of 2013 and all the very best in 2014!
May you have oceans of love, happiness, health, wealth and joy!
-- Jenny! xoxxox
I recently received this as a gift. Isn't it beautiful? I haven't had the heart to eat them yet, I find them so pretty, like looking at a little treasure chest of gems. When I do decide to indulge, I plan to prolong the experience, taking pleasure in its creamy gold.
I love how the French take pride in their cuisine, their pastries, their bread, their wine, their Champagne, and of course, their chocolate! Look at how elegant and simple the presentation is, it really is like opening a box of jewerly. And like all gemstones, I am sure I will simply love it.
Have a wonderful holiday! Take care of yourselves and remember: Life is too short to eat bad chocolate!
Love -- Jenny! xoxxox
Winter is Coming!
Hello there and Seasons Greetings!
Living so far away from home this time of year is hard, but to make the best of it, I have also created my own little traditions that has the ability to transport me back to Christmas past in a snap.
I miss the little things I used to do with my family, like roasting marshmellows in our fireplace, or helping my mom with decorations while listening to the Barbra Steisand holiday album, (love her!) also hanging our stockings, but mostly I remember the Christmas ham my mother would gracefully place on our table for Christmas dinner. This ham, adorned with a weave of cloves and glazed with pineapples and cherries was presented on a fine platter and tasted like nectar! I am sure the culinary gods blessed her with a gift! My mother is a wonderful cook and always had a flair for presentation. I believe it gave her pleasure to set a beautiful table, creating culinary art and having the appreciation of her family when it was all said and done. She was like a fairy, so delicate and graceful, it was like watching a beautiful dance. I have never told her any of this, until now.
Fast forward to living in France, and although my life here is good and as I mentioned earlier, I am creating new traditions with my little family, however, it is simply not the same. It is not better or worse, just different. I still listen to Barbra every Christmas and as I wander throughout Bordeaux to admire her Christmas beauty, I am happy.
An I HATE FRANCE! Post
Everyday on the streets of Bordeaux, I encounter a situation where I swear to the motherfucking gods I can't believe what I hear come out of these stupid people's mouths. Do I have an example? Millions, the most recent was at the prefecture, which is sort of like DMV or DPS in The States. (Always the fucking prefecture, I should burn that fucking place down! In fact, I think the French would join suit, it would be another French fucking Revolution, something we desperately need. Fuck the prefecture coming straight from the underground.)
First was this French pig of a man, when I asked him for help, responded with,
"I don't have the time or the right to help you."
I TOTALLY HAVE TO USE THIS IN THE FUTURE. Next, as I am able to become a French citizen and keep my American nationality, I asked for a list outlining proper procedure, this dumb bitch responded,
"Are you married to a real French?"
not just once, but three times. French people detest being laughed at, so what did I do? That's right, I laughed in her fucking face. Come on man, you have to!! No, I'm married to a FAKE FRENCH! Dumb cunts. I actually had to say on several occasions in my best French,
"I'm a foreigner, not stupid."
It shuts them up everytime, every single time.
To give you an idea of what I have to deal with on a DAILY BASIS, check out the documentary, EXIT THROUGH THE GIFT SHOP. This documentary also brought up some negative feelings about (most, some, whatever) French people as well, but I will get to that soon enough.
The documentary is about street art and artists and becoming mainstream. We journey with them at night as they make the streets their Louvre. Then, there is Thierry Guetta, otherwise known as Mr. Brainwash, a French man who just so happened to align himself with something great and, in my opinion, pretty much messed it all up. Or did he? This documentary has so many different layers and makes you question, what is art? What truly defines an artist? The film forced me rethink my own ideas of how art is created, the artist's statement, and how their art is appreciated and received. It also made me think about the Andy Warhol's quote, "Don't think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it's good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art." But, I digress.
In a nutshell, Guetta is special. Since I have lived in France for the last few years, and I work as both an English and dance teacher, I understand Guetta, but honestly, I can't stand Guetta! He's French, so he wears his stupidity well, (most) French people do. That's the rub though. I have a saying: In the real world, I know! On Planet France, I understand.
At times, living in France is a challenge. I liken it to being angry ALL THE TIME at a mentally and physically challenged person. How can you be angry at a mentally and physically challenged person? YOU CAN'T!! You simply cannot, and with that said: WELCOME TO FRANCE! And I know, I know, being angry is self-inflicted pain and if I am constantly angry at stupid people, I am tempted to join them. I know, thank you. Just let me vent, please.
There is a saying in France and it goes a little something like this... When God created France, he really outdid himself. To God, France was paradise! So, to even the playing field, he invented the French. (poor peasants)
I think this movie is an essential watch for all French people! I feel they must know how they are perceived by the rest of the world. Seriously. There were several parts in the movie where I couldn't help to wonder if Guetta was joking, but he is not. I attempted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but after a while, I started to question other aspects of the documentary, such as: Is this a real documentary? Nobody is really that stupid, are they? Wait, what? Are you kidding me? Wow.
On the other hand, I guess French people could watch Honey Boo Boo, which I saw ONCE but couldn't stomach, and ask the same questions. But that is another topic and I have to get this off my chest before I Hulk out.
Again, watch the documentary and listen to what Guetta says, I mean really listen. You will see what I have to deal with, that is what it is like living in France. As I mentioned above, the story about paradise? Yes, I am in paradise, surrounded by idiots. Ohhh woe is me. (Some days are better than others! Most days really!)
EVERYDAY in my French city of Bordeaux, I pretty much ask these same questions: Seriously? Are you stupid? Wait, what? and the answer I must keep reminding myself is simply, I'm "surrounded by idiots." (Notice the quotes? Yeah, that was Claire who shared this gem with me when I first arrived to France. Claire, who is French and lived in the U.S. for 40 years, told me that, and I guess some things never, ever change!)
Still, it could be worse. I could be back in the United States, getting fatter and dying prematurely because my insurance couldn't cover it. On the bright side, I could easily purchase a gun and shoot my brains out. Yay!
Fuck you. I'm out!
Have you heard of a fish pedicure?
They are all the rage in France, so much so, inquiring minds had to know! One cool morning, I made an appointment at the Guily Spa (guili means tickle) and went to check it out for myself.
What came next? Let's just say.... I wasn't tickled pink.
Before we get into that, first, a brief history lesson. According to the Guily website, the Garra Rufa fish, as known as "Doctor Fish," are found in freshwater river basins of the Middle East. This type of therapy was first discovered in 19th century, particually at a hot spring in Kengal Valley, Turkey. These little fish doctors are well known for their beneficial effects and for healing certain skin diseases, such as psoriasis.
What did it feel like? Was it relaxing?
I expected only a couple of fish nibbling at my feet, just nice and easy.
Instead, it felt like a school of fish sucking at my feet, because it was exactly that!
Obviously, what I expected and what I received were not the same.
I FREAKED OUT! I did keep my cool though, like Fonzie,
I just kept taking my feet out of the water, yet as soon I put ONE TOE IN,
they were on me like piranhas!
I am glad I was able to experience a fish pedicure, however, I won't do it again!
I resigned myself to home pedicures, no fish allowed
(other than on my dinner plate!)
I recommend you at least try it, who knows, you may LOVE it!
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...