The Sabbatical Chef

I think chickens are interesting creatures, in spite of the crazy ones my Grandma Bell had in Spruce Pine. We lived in the town limits so I...

I started to post this blog with a lovely photo of sheep grazing in a field just outside the city limits of Arles. I spotted them when we w...

Oui , fall has arrived in Arles. We even turned on the heat in the house last night. Mornings and evenings are chilly, but there is still...

I have arrived back in Arles safe and sound from a wonderful week in Italy with my two buddies, Martha and Monette. I flew to Rome on Sept...

Un loup dans la bergerie , literally a wolf in the sheepfold, is the French equivalent of a fox in the hen house. This is a wine we discov...

Our "gang"-- left to right- back row: Gilbert, Didier middle: Marie-Christine, Wally, Érick front: Monique, Dorette, Gilles ...

I finally missed a meal. Several, actually. Can you believe it? I came down with a stomach flu this past Saturday evening and didn't ...