Suffisant

5191F509-2936-412E-B55C-388D2B7FBE61For the last two years, I have tried a one word affirmation, as inspired by Gretchen Rubin’s Happier podcast, instead of new year’s resolutions. The first year, it was Read, which did spur me on to make regular time for reading. Last year, my word was Light, which became Léger/la Lumière in French.

Again, this method worked well for me. I redecorated my bedroom, lightening up the color scheme, and I’ve enjoyed it every day since. I unloaded the weight of a carload of things I no longer needed in The Great Purge of 2017 (I kept my husband, but he was a bit worried for a while).

CCE920E6-EC80-4DC7-9183-B9C472FC1B2CMy quest to lose weight was tougher. Despite some early success, no matter what I tried, my weight continued to creep up. In late summer, I found out that I had grown a rather substantial kidney stone that had to be surgically removed. Once it was gone, the weight fell off. The weight gain was really fluid retention due to a malfunctioning kidney. The lesson I learned there was that instead of beating myself up, I should seek medical advice if my body starts acting strangely. The DASH diet and I are now good friends to try to prevent the small stones in my other kidney from growing to the same mammoth proportions.

343230DA-4221-456A-BD1B-2D0450AD1A11This year, I have selected SUFFICIENT, or SUFFISANT (soo-fee-zahn), or suffisante (soo-fee—zahnt) when referring to a feminine noun. How do I see applying this to my life? Well, for one thing, I really don’t need any more clothes. In my overly analytical way, I have been keeping track of what I wear on a monthly basis. I found that I typically wore five items of clothing in each major category most months (for example, five blouses, five sweaters, five dresses) and about ten different pairs of shoes in any given season. Yet, I have far more than five (or ten) seasonally appropriate items hanging at my disposal in any given month. When tempted to shop just for the sake of novelty, I’m telling myself that my wardrobe is more than suffisant to meet my sartorial needs.

3C0FEC71-B379-49B5-94F3-7D07D862329AI’m trying to be more reasonable about what I put my Todoist app for any given day. After all, I can only accomplish a finite number of tasks, and when the list is suffisant, I schedule the new tasks for a later date.

1AC1180C-8ACD-4080-A56F-62CE59F61F6EBut suffisant also applies to things I need to do more of. For instance, part of my new anti-kidney stone lifestyle is supposed to be 100 ounces of fluids a day. One. Hundred Ounces. I have never once made this goal, peaking at about 64 ounces, and yet, the dietician and physician’s assistant both said that this was the most important change I could make. So, I’m going to be more diligent in tracking my fluid intake on my Fitbit app to make sure that I’m drinking suffisant, but I have significant doubts about 100 ounces.

I’m sure that as 2018 unfolds, I’ll find many more ways to apply suffisant to my life, but these ideas are suffisant for now (couldn’t resist, sorry). All the best for a more-than-sufficiently healthy and happy 2018.

C7467976-73C5-4340-A1B1-8EF5C1510F9DThe Everyday DASH Diet Cookbook

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La Crèche de Noël

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My siblings and me in 1972. I’m at the right with my brother hanging onto my arm.

As long as I can remember, my family had une crèche de Noël (oon cresh duh no-ell), or a Nativity scene. Mary was a little worse for wear, with a chunk missing at the base. She had to be propped up by the manger. The wisemen had camels that appeared to be wearing lipstick. The stable was improvised by my Dad. Apparently, he used a balloon as a form for a papier-mâché structure that he spray painted gold. The stable also housed three cows whose horns were made of coiled wire, painted white, a donkey, a goat, and four sheep. Each year, the pieces were carefully set up on a length of glitter-embellished fake snow.

This may sound like an odd collection of attributes for a sentimental favorite, but make no mistake, this crèche was deeply loved. Depending upon where we lived at the time, sometimes the crèche was set up on our mantel, sometimes on a side table.

My parents acquired the pieces over a period of two Christmases from Woolworth’s in Windsor, Ontario in the early 60s, otherwise known as B.P.E., or Before the Patricia Era. In those days, they had three small children and barely two cents to rub together, so they had to pick and choose which pieces came home. The handpainted pieces were made in Italy, and although they cost less than a dollar each, they represented a splurge for the holidays.

I was shocked a few years ago to discover that my younger brother was now the owner of the crèche. I was secretly (perhaps not so secretly) outraged. Clearly, this was a sign of parental favoritism! But I choked down my resentment and even bought him an intact Mary when he found it on eBay from a shipper who wouldn’t deliver it to Canada.

Fast forward to December 2017. My husband and I went antiquing in New Bedford Massachusetts where we’ve had sensational luck in the past. In the first store we went into, I found my childhood crèche. I almost cried. Needless to say, it came home with me. It had all of the same figures, plus an angel, another shepherd, and a stable that was admittedly an upgrade from the papier-mâché version of my childhood. Other than a modest flock of sheep, one of whom was missing a foreleg, there were no other animals. So that gives me a new mission when we go antiquing. I’ve already found a camel, donkey, and cow on eBay. Can the rest of the barnyard be far behind?

When I got home, I sent a photo to my parents and brother to tell them about my score. That’s when I learned that my parents had been planning to drop their crèche off at a thrift shop when my brother rescued it. It actually wasn’t proof that he was the favorite child. I’m glad that he saved a piece of our family history from oblivion and I’m glad that I get to save someone else’s.

 

 

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Trois livres pour Noël


With just a week to go before Christmas, I have three book recommendations for you. One is a new release, one is a little older, and one is a classic. Trois livres pour Noël (twa leev-ruh poor no-ell) means “Three books for Christmas.” I hope that you enjoy them.

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First up is L’Appart, by David Lebovitz. If you’ve ever thought of buying a pied-à-terre in Paris, as I have, this book will having you reconsidering that dream. Lebovitz recounts the Kafkaesque problems he ran into during the purchase and renovation of his Paris apartment. His sense of humor took a lot of knocks along the way but he seems to have emerged on the other side of his ordeal still  smiling. He punctuates each chapter with a recipe that will have your mouth-watering.

And don’t give up your dream of an apartment in France just yet. I wrote about A+B Kasha a few years ago – a company that  will provide you with a perfectly renovated apartment in Paris. Although their apartments cost about 20% more than the market price, after what Lebovitz went through, 20% seems like a complete bargain!

A92B7092-EB6B-4EA4-AB93-915DF0F0D036Next, is a An Immovable Feast: A Paris Christmas, by John Baxter. This 2008 release chronicles Baxter’s quest to source the finest ingredients for his family’s Christmas dinner. The Australian married into a French family and found that his skills as a raconteur and a creative chef won him a place in their hearts. There are plenty of cultural and historical anecdotes to entertain you.

 

 

E18DE16F-2060-43C4-8E58-50908D1FC669Finally, a purely sentimental recommendation. Read a French translation of a childhood favorite. I recently finished Anne…La Maison aux pignons verts, otherwise known as Anne of Green Gables, by Canadian L. M. Montgomery. I received the English edition as a Christmas gift when I was about eight. Some stories are so good that they transcend language or time.

 

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La Mouette rieuse

87783014-947B-4A6F-A239-793AE88E2246When I first started spending time in Paris, I used to love to visit a bookstore in the Marais called Mona Lisait. It was famous for coffee table and art books at discount prices, dust, and creaking floors. But the Marais has gotten increasingly chic and eventually Mona Lisait shut its doors.

14E85613-681E-4847-87E2-7073ACCBC6A5This year, I noticed a chic new bookstore in the Marais and it took me quite a while to realise that I was standing in a completely transformed space that used to be Mona Lisait.

5775415F-DFE4-421A-84A6-CCB68D80684AThe new store, La Mouette rieuse  (lah moo-et ree-uz), which means “the laughing gull,” is a beautiful, light filled place with books, stationary, gift items, a café, and gallery space. No dust, no creaking floors, just beautifully displayed merchandise. I smiled the whole time I was in there. It’s a lovely place, well worth checking out the next time you’re in the Marais. I didn’t even miss Mona Lisait anymore. Well, maybe just a little bit.

La Mouette rieuse 17 bis rue Pavée, 75004

2A97EF6B-6BFE-40E8-A634-BC657C333814The Little Paris Bookshop

 

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La Petite Sirène

ED7B68C4-3237-4895-9A05-0070B0BC17C4A few minutes away from Hôtel Joke, the hotel that I recommended in my last post, I found a lovely little restaurant, La Petite Sirène de Copenhague. My husband has a bias in favor of restaurants with white table cloths that rarely leads us astray; he would definitely have approved of the immaculate linens here. The chef, Peter Thulstrup, has been serving excellent meals for over two decades inspired by his homeland of Denmark.

11EABF54-2718-44F8-A38B-0E053B13C407His evening three-course menu costs 41€ and it was really very good. I had the restaurant to myself when I came at 7 pm, but by the time I left, the charming restaurant was filling up with regular guests and fellow travelers. Thulstrup gave the same warm welcome to all, whether in French, English, or German. I wonder how many other languages he speaks?

DEF7A963-BEED-431A-8BF3-6170D40DDB17I love seafood and that’s the specialty of the house, so I was definitely in the right place. I had salmon terrine as the appetizer, tuna for the main course, and sorbet and strawberries in a crisp crêpe for dessert. I forgot to take a photo of the cheese course before I ate it! It was the most delicious blue cheese I’ve ever had with a prune and a little red onion.  If you’re looking for a terrific dining option in the 9th, I highly recommend La Petite Sirène.
La Petite Sirène de Copenhague, 47, rue Notre-Dame-de-Lorette, 75009 Paris (01.45.26.66.66)

photos 1 and 2 from http://www.LaFourchette.com

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Ce n’est pas une blague

C52084B9-A19D-4BB4-BBEA-9CF51A54962CThe last several weeks have been crazy busy due to the usual back-to-school frenzy and a rather gigantic kidney stone that had to be removed. One of the things that I had wanted to share with you after my trip to France was a recommendation for an inexpensive, yet very pleasant hotel in Paris.  And no, those two words don’t have to be mutually exclusive.

I usually look for small, charming hotels, independent properties that are run by their owners. This year, when I searched on TripAdvisor, I sorted the thousands of options by highest rating first. Among the hotels that cost $1,000 or more a night was one that cost a tenth of that price. Since the name was Hôtel Joke, I thought this couldn’t be serious, but all the customer reviews were glowing, so I took a chance. The hotel is located in the 9th Arrondissement, south of Sacré Cœur. I haven’t spent much time there over the years and I wanted to check out a new neighborhood before my summer job started.

F1FC8AA9-D617-46B7-95F0-A27243B30619I arrived earlier than the scheduled check-in time. After a short wait in the breakfast area (where snacks are available free of charge all day long), I was given the keys to a bright, modern room that was decorated in the hotel’s witty style. There was a fridge that was fully stocked with free water bottles and soft drinks and it was restocked every day. The bathroom had a tub and shower combo to help soak away my jet lag. My only complaint was that there was a spot of mold on the grout that should have been zapped away. A continental breakfast was included, complete with yogurt, fromage blanc, cheeses, cold cuts, fresh and dried fruit, cereal, eggs, breads, pastries, coffee, tea, juices and probably several other things I’m forgetting. Best of all, the room was really quiet and AIR CONDITIONED during a heat wave.

518C0D62-FBCF-4FF9-AA3C-C4AA05DD95B2In addition to all the in-house freebies, Hôtel Joke is one of a group of sixteen Paris hotels owned by Astotel. Guests have the right to use the refreshment area in any of the other properties. All of the 3- or 4-star hotels are on the Right Bank of the Seine. They gave me a card with all of the addresses and I did pop into one on a particularly hot day when I had run out of water. It was a nice perk.

Even though it wasn’t my usual type of hotel, I wouldn’t hesitate to stay there again or recommend it to others. Et ce n’est pas une blague (And that’s no joke.)

F76EF716-5BC2-41F1-B41E-4819084E0D5FParis and Around: Charming Small Hotels and Restaurants

 

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La rentrée

IMG_5761I’ve written about la rentrée before, that time in September when life resumes in France. People return to work and children return to school after the long summer break. New books are published, new movies appear in the cinemas, news broadcasters are shuffled: in short, it’s a fresh beginning.

We always seem to move in late summer and we got married in mid-September, so over and over again, we’ve had a fresh beginning in September. When I changed careers a dozen years ago and became a French teacher, I got to experience la rentrée each fall. Fresh pencils, fresh notebooks. Delightful.

IMG_5762I’ve started my own little rentrée ritual since moving into our new home three years ago. I go room by room, shelf by shelf, drawer by drawer, and box by box and decide if all if the accumulated stuff of our life should stay or go. (I do keep my hands off things that belong to my husband or our daughter, however.) I usually wonder at the outset if there is any need, since I went through everything just a year before, but I end up taking a car load of things to the thrift shop and throwing out as much again. Even though it’s a lot of work, it’s strangely cathartic to do all of this sorting. It made me think about my relationship with things. Here are some of my thoughts after The Great Purge 2017:

IMG_57691. Use it or lose it: After I Roy G. Bived a bunch of books in my bedside table that had been lurking in a storage box in the basement, I realized that there were twelve of them. I resolved to read one a month and that anything that was still there at the next rentrée wasn’t important enough to me to stay. So far, I’ve read one and I’m partway through the second.

In addition, I found cards and postcards that I’d picked up in museum gift shops or vacations that were waiting for a special occasion to send to someone – some from more than two decades ago that went through two moves. I’ve started sending them out to people who might need their day brightened.

IMG_57652. Rethink bulk purchases: I threw out a lot of pantry items that were past their “best before” dates. In almost every case, these were items that I had purchased at a bulk store in a multi pack. Hmm. Questionable savings. Also, do I really want to be a warehouse? I’m going to rethink whether a multipack or jumbo size makes sense for empty nesters.

IMG_57663. Have a memory box: Going through funny little cards our daughter had made or reading a letter my husband had written about some of her childhood escapades had  me laughing until my sides hurt. I called my daughter and read them to her to share the memories and she had a good laugh, too. I have a pretty box for my souvenirs and a more masculine one for my husband’s.

IMG_57674. Get rid of incomplete sets: Why was I keeping top sheets to sets where the bottom sheet had worn out? My neighborhood has boxes for fabric recycling where I can take things that aren’t fit to donate.

IMG_57685. Re-evaluate decorative items: Does the clock, or ornament, or candlestick on your shelf represent your current taste, someone else’s taste, or who you were a decade ago. Let it go!

I’m reveling in the knowledge that every nook and cranny is in order for another year. When la rentrée rolls around again, I wonder what other treasures I will unearth or what else I will find that needs to find a new home?

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