Monday, January 13, 2014

Once upon a time...

... I was a budding newspaper columnist.  It turned out to be a short-lived stint, though.  While I was in France on sabbatical in 2008, I got the idea that I would send back articles to the Durham Herald-Sun newspaper.  I sent a proposal and a column, they accepted and my career was off and running.  I sent stories periodically from France (thank goodness for the internet) and when I returned, I was offered my own monthly column.  But, as I said, it was short-lived.  However, I sure enjoyed going out to get the newspaper on certain Wednesday mornings and opening it up to see my picture and whatever headline the editor had decided to give my writing.

Here is how it all started...

August 14, 2008

     For as long as I can remember, August has signaled the beginning of a new school year for me.  August, 1964 brought me to Miss McBee's first grade class in Spruce Pine, NC. Since1980, I have been teaching French at Durham Academy Middle School.  Each new school year has brought excitement, anticipation and, to be honest, a fair dose of nervousness.
     This fall, however, I will not join my colleagues for the opening faculty meetings nor will I be there to greet my advisees and their parents.  After 28 years at Durham Academy, I am on sabbatical leave for the first semester of the 2008-09 school year. 
     I am in Arles, France, in Provence.  I have been here since mid-June.  I visited Arles for the first time in 1987 with a group of students and was fascinated by the Roman history and architecture.  In the summer of 2005, I came back to Arles for two weeks.  I had read quite a bit about Vincent Van Gogh's stay here and Dorette Snover of C'est si bon! cooking school in Chapel Hill told me about Chef Érick Vedel's cooking school, Atelier Cuisine et Traditions (  Food and art.  Perfect.  
     I returned once again to the cooking school in the summer of 2006 with a group of friends as their translator and guide.  Later that year, I was offered room and board for the summer of 2007 if I would be Chef Vedel's assistant.  That was an offer too good to refuse.  Now, with the sabbatical leave, I am back in Arles working once again, this time until December.
     My days here begin early since Chef Vedel also runs a five room bed and breakfast.  I have learned to make crêpes from scratch and am now perfecting my own orange brioche recipe.  I have developed a decent kitchen vocabulary.  Last summer, I was completely lost the first time I was asked to fetch une louche.  I dumbly stared at Chef Vedel while trying to make up my mind whether or not to fake it or to confess that I had no idea what he wanted.  Trust me, I will never forget the word for ladle!  I am still not very good with the names for the seemingly endless supply of fish and seafood found in the market that come from the Mediterranean Sea.  However, I now have a food dictionary and can look up morue, poulpe and daurade when need be. 
     I wash dishes, do laundry, clean rooms, and work with room reservations.  In short, I do whatever needs to be done, in addition to assisting the chef in the kitchen.  We have a washing machine, but no dryer.  Sheets, towels and clothing are hung from the second story living room window.  The B&B rooms are found on three upstairs levels, linked by a winding staircase, no elevator.  The family side of the house and the guest rooms are joined by a large kitchen.
     Shopping for food, preparing meals and eating have taken on a completely new meaning for me.  Each one is a pleasure in and of itself.  The Wednesday and Saturday markets in Arles are an explosion of colors and smells.  Listening to vendors and customers discuss how a particular item should be prepared and served is a joy.  Cooking is a continual experimentation and exploration to find the perfect combination of ingredients.  The French say that flavors se marier bien or marry well.  I love that!  Meals in France are an occasion to talk, share ideas, laugh and feed friends and loved ones.  Dinner can, and often does, take three hours here, ending near midnight.   I feel as if all I do is think about what I will have for my next meal!  Provençale cuisine is amazing, yet so simple. 
     My students should know that I am indeed once again on their side of the fence.  Friends correct my pronunciation and help me find the words I need to express myself halfway coherently.  They are endlessly patient when I ask the same questions over and over.  I am, of course, learning words and expressions that are not in any textbook I've ever encountered.  My knowledge of gros mots or dirty words has increased, as well as my food vocabulary. 
     I have a blog that I use as my journal.  With each of my entries, I end with a recipe.  Since it is time for school to begin again, I was thinking about school lunches and found inspiration at today's market.  One of the vendors was selling the largest tomatoes I have ever seen, a variety called la Russe or Russian.  I thought those would make the most incredible tomato sandwiches.  We took fresh baguettes, sliced in half, and filled them with tomato slices, goat cheese, Provençal herbs, sea salt and olive oil.  So simple, but the taste of summer in the south of France in each bite.

     I miss my children, family and friends, but this experience will leave me forever changed.  I will return to the classroom in January invigorated by having lived here for six months.  I am indeed very fortunate!

I've been back for five years now and that last little paragraph is still true.

Bon appétit, to all writers and eaters!

1 comment:

Virginia said...

We share more than our love of France you know. We are both teachers ( although now I'm retired) and both started blogs in 2008. I started two that year and I"m still at it as you are as well. One thing you have me beat on hands down.......your French! My French would make a grown man cry but I still plug away at it sounding like Minnie Pearl takes Paris!

Congratulations of this blog milestone. Here's to many many more!