|A bottle of bubbly offered by my lovely friend L|
I was a bit nostalgic thinking of my family yesterday because I couldn't make it to my French home for my birthday. I'm sure my mam is thinking of herself when she was thirty and gave birth to her baby, French foodie. I don't have many pics of my childhood here with me in Dublin, they're all kept preciously in my family home in the French countryside. However, I found a few that I brought with me to Ireland and it's funny the way many of them have food on them. Just to let you know, I did get prettier as I grew, these pics aren't very flattering.
|So here I am eating French bread that was bigger than me, holding an Easter Egg bigger than my head and this is the piece montee (croquembouches) at my christening|
|Magnifique steak frites|
|Ste Maure and Comté instead of a cake, why not?|
'Age is something that doesn't matter unless you are a bottle of wine', or a cheese for that matter.