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For approximately one month, I organized my own Retrospective at home. Full Rohmer, selected pieces of Truffaut films, I was glad to have boxes stacked under the piano. I took the DVD question, I put them loose in a large paper bag and I dove hand blind. Contact cold, plastic covers and anonymous, but the surprise in time to reopen the eyes is delicious. I cheated once, no desire to revisit that time The wife of aviator .
Suddenly, a new thickness of memories now accompanies these films worshiped and had almost forgotten that the first time I had seen was Tale (with this scene or super Melvil Poupaud says he does not like groups), I was in sixth grade and the two friends who accompanied me because she thought the actor had not quite stopped snickering throughout the session -the film was too slow, it did not happen quite so much. I burst into tears when I got home with the impression of having been insulted (you see the kind of girl that I was already unbearable).
This time, the apartment's shutters half closed, leaning against a large cushion gray, without the trial of someone at my side but with a handful of strawberries, some chocolate or a millefeuille vanilla the day when I saw Claire's Knee , I was fine. I had forgotten that Dame Tartine, coffee at Beaubourg, plays a central role in Appointments of Paris and I was there just went with E. when we stayed at this hotel quite rotten in the Rue des Petits Champs. I forgot that love afternoon is a big deal to buy a turtleneck but I remembered that Delphine, the heroine of Green Ray, was a vegetarian and refuses politely side of pork in a scene that was much amused G. the winter evening we had seen together in the theater of a college of letters. Rohmer would he have liked these memories?
Across the Atlantic, there are those who certainly have not missed the New Wave if one believes that the camera moves a lot in Lenny and the kids (Go Get Some Rosemary) , a movie I saw as alone on a Wednesday afternoon when I decided I wanted to change his piano teacher (I'll tell you). Awaiting the start of the session, I nibbled an apple and I regretted not having brought a little water but the story quickly made me forget Lenny discomfort. In tiny movie theater, I felt that the half-dozen people sitting next to holding its breath to discover the history of the projectionist dad (do not blink when watching the reels!) who has a little trouble endorsing its role as dad, exactly. I liked the two children (who are entrusted with the mission to fetch the rosemary chicken they will never eat) and especially the girlfriend of Lenny and the game she invented with a box of cereal . If it still happens in your city, please!
Otherwise, this one I'm sure he goes not very far from home, do as we go and eat a kebab (yes, that thing with the meat that runs in the open air. We we like the one next to the SBT, and not only because the gentleman gives me always a Turkish delight because anyway, I n not like Turkish delight, except who also eat kebab! ) after a session Greenberg . Noah Baumbach worked with Wes Anderson, there is no chance. Ben Stiller, completely depressed and addicted to ice-cream sandwiches and whiskey is really touching and the character of Jennifer Jason Leigh made me want to be blonde and wear thick glasses.
And if you want more, let a chance to Days of Heaven (Days of Heaven) who had been unjustly unloved by the public to its release in 1978. As with all films of Terrence Malick, the light is amazing and the voice touches you immediately and you get a little sad. In Days of Heaven, follow the adventures of Bill, who will work in the wheat fields of Texas with her two sisters and their encounter with a wealthy farmer will transform their lives. This last character I was most moved, fragile, sensitive, the sincerity of his love is paying dearly. Last night my neighbor cried.
To prepare for the Malick film, we had dinner rustic and comforting, so I decided to prepare burgers home (I was a little obsessed with it since their tickets ) (here you say that I never work, watching all these movies and cooking, in fact yesterday I was off duty).
So obviously they are not recommended for a first date!
I just give you the recipe for bread, long identified with the values safe, he revolutionized the burger because I hate sweet buns arch of the supermarket (but I love burgers!). Yesterday evening, very simple recipe with chopped steak house well seasoned, the mimolette a molten red onion, a slice of pancetta well grilled, the salad, sliced tomato, mayonnaise of and ketchup. Yum. G. said "well I eat again a second."


How hamburgers buns?
For 12 buns that freeze well
-600g-180g flour T65

-milk 150g water

-1 egg-30g butter Soft
-25 g of fresh yeast
-1 teaspoon salt -1 tablespoon sugar

-sesame (or poppy or sunflower seeds ...)

must ensure that the egg, Water and milk are at room temperature.
Pour half the flour in a bowl with sugar and salt.
Make a well and add liquid egg and crumbled yeast.
Mix (by hand, as in the rest of the recipe) and when the dough becomes smooth, add the remaining flour.
Knead until a ball of soft, smooth, elastic detaches from the wall of the bowl. Let stand
1:30 under a damp cloth in a oiled bowl.
After this time, pour the dough on a floured surface, gently crush it then divide it into twelve pieces. Form balls and let rest under a towel for ten minutes.
Prepare a plate with the seeds of your choice and another with paper towel folded into quarters and wet. Contacting the top of the dough balls with paper towel and then with the seeds, they adhere to. Place on a baking sheet covered with parchment paper and let rise one hour.
Cook ten minutes in a preheated oven at 200 degrees. Thanks Sandra
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His reflection in the sea opal

Saturday evening on a beach near Saint-Malo, we have all four removed our shoes, I think I was the only one to find the hot sand.
Almost nobody on the deserted beach, vacationers were dragging on the terrace, sumptuous villa owners were preparing for dinner (I imagine a large blonde woman a little pinch come and check the plates of appetizers in the kitchen. Inevitably, it seems that her husband is cheating).
light, gold and silver, was like living; she took photographs.
We talked about horror films and Korean Night and fog, we also talked about Haneke and everyone disagreed, they were inflamed when he acts in Israel, it did not stop to say was well done s stop there .
We did the beach in long, wide, we said that the gulls were rudely imposing.
And then, before getting into the car, it was found that the sand was super tough and we were already late for Tanpopo where a table for four had been reserved for 20 hours.
(At the end of dinner, everyone had a different classification on his favorite dishes among the seven menu Parkway first rays of summer, I loved my sashimi squid and sardines with sesame oil. We fell asleep that night excited and I smiled thinking he still had the next day to live with them).

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The Taste of Tea

But I tried on several occasions. I did
drafts, I selected the songs, I read books by the tens disc, I did some sketches, I thought about titles, I consulted the dictionary of film I reread old books, I selected memories, I watched videos, I crossed out, erased, cursed, again, was almost abandoned.
not write a ticket. Too much to tell. No apparent coherence. Events sometimes dubious value. I decided to write short episodes every day (enough to keep you going for at least a week).
The first post in the series could be called The Taste of Tea *
The storefront is discreet but if one is vigilant, as G, can not miss the delicate clay teapots, trays Wooden grooved and long list of teas.
The waitress in jeans and large soft vintage tennis is a bit surly at first contact, but quickly softened when it comes to describing the teas themselves and how to serve them (a little complicated, large thermos proposed is quite heavy and tables close enough). It also makes additions with a big abacus. Computational speed is absolutely baffling.
The card seems a bit austere but the steam shrimp dumplings are plump and terribly sensual, drunken chicken served with black sauce with chives is soft and silky, pork and ink is like a journey. For dessert, only the balls of glutinous rice green tea served hot with warm mashed azuki were tested, and adored.
teas have delightful names ( Rain flowered, Everlasting water ...) and obviously delicious.
You even have a chance to meet Simon Francis (search the tie!)
Tch'a 6 rue Pont de Lodi in Paris
* A view with a big pot of tea with flowers Cherry

Tomorrow, I still hesitate, we will discuss ice grass or rosemary or dried noodles ...
you tomorrow!

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cherries Morangis

I disappeared. Hop, flew The Bird! I left my pots, my pots and my gluttonous, I do not know what state I wander. I leave you with a promise to return very soon and winter frosts and who were late from cool my enthusiasm. Spring is now almost faded, while the summer just to exist. I neglected you and I return but because I still crimson from any language a pleasure I want to share with you.

Sunday I picked cherries Morangis. Some would say "in Morangis" because it is not listed here, or known in this endemic name and because I've picked up in Morangis. However, I decree that these cherries are beautiful and many cherries Morangis, report the fact that I am a connoisseur of the thing, as every bird-eater, who respects himself and have a unique taste, a taste of Morangis. So Sunday, I picked cherries Morangis.

Sunday - not one, but no matter, time is a relative concept - I picked up some beautiful stalks of white flowers of black elder Longpont. Some - the same pain in the ass for sure! - Say "at Longpont" because there is no species black elderberry endemic Longpont could give his name. However, I decree that those flowers were from two beautiful feet elderberry Longpont, report the fact that I say nothing but I think still I do what I want! ...

Sunday, returning to Morangis Longpont (and not the reverse, otherwise it is not possible), I planted my fingers into the tender flesh of this little cherry juicy and sweet as desired, to remove the core This nucleus, which was so often the way to my throat once, when I spent my afternoons in the beautiful cherry godmother, rue de la Paix, the feet firmly on the penultimate rung of the ladder for me to gobble Napoleon cherries cherries will long be my favorite. This flesh so beautiful and so dark, I made jam (Well, so?) Which mixed with elderberry syrup of recent date, have taken an incredible amount in the mouth. To me the delicious jam! ...

cherry jam and elderflower syrup

Relieved sugar, the jam will not keep forever. Consume quickly and keep cool while waiting to be tasted. At the same time, I am convinced that will also need some time to devour it as time to prepare.

Ingredients 500 g of meat and dark sweet cherries, 250 g brown sugar, juice of 1 lemon, 3 tablespoons syrup Elderberry House, 1 CC agar-agar powder

Procedure

Day 1 - Wash and dry fruits. Cut them in half and remove the stones. In a large glass bowl, mix cherries, lemon juice, sprinkle with sugar and tablespoons of elderberry syrup. Leave to marinate in fridge for an hour, then mix well. In a high-sided pan, pour the preparation and take it lightly to a boil. Remove from heat. Book.

Day 2 - The next day, bring to a boil. With a candy thermometer, check the concentration of the syrup to 105 ° C. Skim. Once the temperature reached, add the agar-agar powder mixed with a spoonful of sugar, then bring to a simmer for 2 minutes. Mix well and pour into jars own good that you will return once closed to sterilize "English".

Oh, wait, not so fast, I've not told the end of the story! ... Because there is a history and throughout history, there must be an end. Though. Here, I'm not sure that it ends so soon ...

Sunday, I was picking cherries and I was Morangis jams, but ...

I quickly regretted. I saw the picture here: I had not taken enough and this wonderful part quickly, very quickly. No other choice: he had to go back to picking! This morning, neither one nor two, until I escape Morangis, the basket under his arm and I go back door on the ground the proud owner these trees laden with fruit. He kindly give me the day before reluctantly some of these babies, not sure he agrees to sacrifice her once again become a bird as twisted as me. And worse, by the way, I think he has enough, that all trees are not yet ripe, he will not notice the disappearance of two or three poor (kilos) cherries. After all, the parakeets would be happy to charge my place and they are not being told anything. I just mounted the ladder, head into the foliage as it was in the clouds when you're all happy, and the mouth spitting nuclei in bursts, I perceived a movement a few feet below. Then I saw a mastodon advance: half man, half-demon, the impressive stature, rage at the corner of the mouth, look full of flashes red blood, the animal seemed ready to do battle with the robber low- court than I am. Me, not the foolish bird I carapate to the top of the ladder I climb, I hang a branch and ask myself, just the time of losing the stool and basket of cherries in the invective of the poor man I robbed, to hear it. Dizzy all to have kept pinching and hand in the bag, as a (bird) blue, I tried to get back quickly to find out how my emotions run away.

Meanwhile, the bear licked evil landowner (let's call him Jean-Luc, as the name Jean-Luc is well suited to bear especially when they are not licked, and land owners) , opened the gate, whistled vaguely with his fingers, and I could see tumbling down in torrents from the other side of the orchard, another behemoth, a canine one, which was posted under the tree, without a bark or a growl, without showing teeth, but with a look so piercing that it I would have turned to stone if I dared to cross and which spoke volumes about his intentions enough were I the slightest gesture toward the exit door. Despite my confusion over and apologies that I threw for the Jean-Luc, her - because the dog is a bitch - I was watching and did not budge!

Now I wish I could get, eh, my Pomeranians, eh, Jean-Luc, you'll z'être nice. Rhooo, will gift ', it was just a little blaguounette, a few cherries and nothing worse valààà, hinhin-hinhin-hinhin *! ... [LAUGHS * YELLOW]

you soon ... well, if I go! ;)

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What were you thinking that night? - pita-kefta

Arranged on the banquet table of the "Ladie's Day" there were halves of lawyers yellow green, stuffed crab and mayonnaise, platters of roast rare, cold chicken, and regular glass cups filled with chopped black caviar. That morning I had not had time to swallow any breakfast in the cafeteria of the hotel except a cup of coffee boiled too long and was so bitter that it had pinched his nose j 'were starving.
Early The bell distress (The bell jar ), heroin Sylvia Plath, Esther Greenwood, won a poetry contest and finds himself in New York with the other eleven winners, girls sometimes whimsical, or who are called Doreen and Betsy who wear strapless dresses, or pink negligees fishing. New York receptions, meetings in bars a bit dark but I was glad I especially love the memories of Esther, her relationship with Buddy Willard, a boy of good family who flirts with the waitresses of Cape Cod, a TB type who studied medicine and, by way of entertainment (warning) Esther leads a delivery room. I find it hard to leave this novel, recommended by knowledgeable Rose ; I'm here to his first meeting with a psychiatrist, bad omen.
A month after its publication in the winter of 1963, Sylvia Plath, in the London flat where she lived with her two children, light the gas and awaits its end, not without leaving some milk and cookies on the table the kitchen. His poems are beautiful and move me to tears.
the other time, it is also the effect that made me E. the first time I crossed the crowded auditorium of the first year of medical school. We wore the same sandals, his were green apple, mine sand color. She lived near station, in an apartment on the seventh floor. The elevator does not rise so high, he had to climb the last steps on foot. Her roommate was studying mathematics. E. had a very nice room on the floor, with phosphorescent stars on the ceiling. The kitchen was tiny. I spent much time in this apartment, she comforted me more grief, I sometimes stayed to sleep, we've shared some banana-chocolate pancakes, scrapers, four on a device made for two, profiteroles home many secrets. One day in September, I had to take the train to Nantes, where she had moved because of the vagaries life, she was waiting in the lobby of the station with tickets to Deauville. We slept in a guest room with flowers, we had lunch with Four cats, there was apple pie that Sunday. I also remember a fish soup to Quiberon, a crepe orange-chocolate somewhere in Brittany, two concerts by Vincent Delerm, Jeanne Balibar on stage, letters, full of colorful letters in envelopes.
I was awkward for sure, I was a little lacking sometimes. I do not know how to fix. I do not know his friends, I do not know where she goes on vacation, I do not know what she reads. His voice, in the cold plastic of the phone seems so distant. ****



The last time I thought to stop writing tickets and got the decision at first relieved: I have never seen so many movies since my teens (I ' will come back in), plenty of room for the piano too. I felt a little hurt, it's hard to explain, most want to expose myself anyway. And then I read Sylvia Plath ... if she knew. Life is really unimaginable.
The hot days, you want to eat with your fingers, if possible, something we imagine you bought on the beach in a hot country. I decided to make pita house and fill them with scented keftas. Absolutely delightful.
For bread, easy, I followed a sure (I was very happy bunch of users of fresh yeast wrapped in silver paper with a giraffe on it, unearthed by chance in a supermarket instead of Sainte-Anne . For proportions, we must make twice as much as in the case of dry yeast). For the
keftas a small detour to the butcher to buy a Sunday morning 500g lamb shoulder chop we going with small slice of stale bread soaked in milk then drained, an egg, a teaspoon of cumin , a teaspoon of ras el hanout , a little salt , the cilantro. They make balls the size of a walnut that surrounds the rusks reduced fine crumbs before browning in a large skillet with oil. In a warm pita
, collect tomato slices few leaves salad, slices of spring onion , the yogurt sauce keftas and burning. Difficult to eat properly but regressive wish.