Monday, July 12, 2010

Heat and the Rubenesque figure.

Returning along the lane from our morning constitutional we were greeted by the sound of that 70's classic ' The Butterfly Ball ' playing on Radio Nostalgie. From a distance of 200 yards Wilf and yours truly could just make out Madame Bays own particular take on 'Aw you nid is luff ander standing ' . It's going to be in the 40's today so our saintly cleaning lady was up and about early, draped in what appeared to be yards of diaphonous net curtain material. With the light from the large hall windows behind her the image was that of a Rubenesque angel pushing a hoover. Wilf was clearly astounded by this translucent celestial image.

Catching sight , for the first time, of my new haircut extracted an 'oh la la la la' from Madame Bay. This is two la la's more than usual. 'The font' explained that this was a '25 to life' hair style, a concept that had Madame Bay roaring with laughter. A delightful,all body , uninhibited, French farmers wife guffaw. From a woman who returned from her Christmas trip to Manhattan with a Sinead O'Connor makeover this was a bit rich, but I said nothing. The Bay family are off on their trip to Croatia with the retired Gendarmes club tomorrow. Mercifully, Madame Bay seems to forgotten all her worries about it being a war zone.

World Cup final night. While 'the font' went to a meeting with the two mutually loathing committees to discuss the rescheduled lighting of the pottery kiln ( now expected on August 1st after a hole is cut in the roof of the enclosure) Wilf and I went to the pizza parlour for beer and a take away pizza. Studying the menu we thought of getting a Calypso but creme fraiche,prawns,scallops,parsley,garlic,bacon cubes and cheese sounded a bit daunting. The Paradiso with creme fraiche,cheese, salmon and green beans sounded simpler but salmon on a pizza ? Hmmmm.... Eventually settled on a Tartiflette with creme fraiche, cheese, potatoes, ham and reblechon. After one nibble 'the font' decided to make pasta. Not all food in France is wonderful.


  1. Our local non-chain pizzeria makes a very good Thai pizza--Bangkok Blitz or something.

    Bastille Day is fast approaching. Can't believe that the beautiful highways and byeways committee and floral group haven't lined up to provide a village celebration. Perhaps an absinthe sculling contest?

    XXXOOO Daisy, Kendra & Bella

  2. I have had a lemon pizza with creme fraiche and smoked salmon, but being an American, I prefer my take out pizza to have mozzarella cheese and pepperoni! :-)

  3. Apparently Mme. Bay has decided to share her secret recipes with the local pizzeria, mais non?

  4. Creme fraiche on pizza? Ulp. Angus, what are the fluffy, pink, powder puff looking blossoms? They look like real nose ticklers.

    Yankee Gal

  5. I had to blow up that pizza menu when I first saw the picture and I'm sorry, but what you had is NOT pizza! Leave it to the French to twist pizza into something inedible. You have my condolences on that front!

    Madame Bay as a bald angel?! *wipes away tears of mirth*

  6. Those pizza combos sound YUCKY! I take that the French are no pizza experts...

    How does Madame Bay possibly work in the outfits that you describe? I have trouble visualizing it. But, her reaction to your haircut sounds classic!

  7. I laughed at the image I have of Madame Bay in my head singing All You Need is Love!

    Those pizzas don't sound very appetizing.

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  8. Creme fraiche on a pizza???? Isn't a bit runny once it gets baked?