Thursday, December 17, 2009

Il neige!
















We've had our first snowfall of the year, and it already outpaced anything we saw last winter. It was at least an inch and half in Paris, and probably accumulated more to the east and north. And, we're due to get more tomorrow and Saturday. 

A very nice way to enter Christmas week. It will probably be gone by Monday though.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

French beer tasting

France is known for wine, of course. There certainly is a lot of it here, and relatively cheap too. But sometimes, you just want a nice beer, like when watching a football game or eating chili.  France doesn't have a lot to offer in readily available beer.  There's plenty of Heineken and a sea of good Belgian beer, but the common French beer tastes a bit like goat pee. 

So after over a year of wandering in the beer wilderness, I finally visited La Cave à Bulles (www.caveabulles.fr) near Les Halles and spent almost an hour talking to the owner. Upon learning I was American, he was proud to show me the Sierra Nevada Pale Ale and Porter he had in stock. I left dragging home a trolley full of French artisan beers, all recommended by him as the best in stock of their respective styles.

What follows is the tasting notes of each of the first 3. I will post more as I try them.

#1:  Volcelest, from Brasserie de la Vallée de Chevreuse. Blonde, 5.7%.  This beer produced a good frothy head that stayed throughout the drink. It was a bit hazy, as many of these turned out to be, with a buttery gold color. The nose was of a yeasty hay, or kind of like a musty barn, but in a not-unpleasant way if that makes any sense. Obviously a bottle-conditioned beer. The first sip reminded me of Sam Adams lager (odd, as this was an ale) with a coppery flavor and excellent balance. I noticed a strong crystal malt influence. It had a medium mouthfeel, appropriate for the style. As the beer warmed a bit, the copper gave way to mandarin orange and light toffee flavors.  This is a very well-made beer and I will look for it again.

#2:  Etoile du Nord (North Star) from Brasserie Thiriez. Blonde houblonée.  I knew before opening it that this would be a... ahem... distinctive beer. With a green bottle (against which I am very biased) and a big picture of hops on the label, this was going to a slap-your-face beer one way or the other.  Leaving the bottle it produced a frothy, thick head and carried a heavy hop aroma with some skunk from the green bottle. The first impression was that of alfalfa-laden horse manure, in a sort-of unpleasant way. The beer had good clarity and a rich yellow color. The taste was spicy, and the back-end hops smacks the tongue like a whip. Fortunately, the skunk flavor dissipated quickly (or maybe I just got used to it), leaving a dry, citrusy taste encompassed in a nice creamy mouthfeel. If you love hops, you might like this beer.

#3:  Page 24 with chicoree, by the Brasserie St Germain. Blonde-ish.  Page 24 came out of the bottle with a healthy, soapy head.  The nose was a bit soapy too, herbaceous from the hops.  It had a pretty bronze-amber color that was only a bit hazy.  A distinctly hoppy front-end followed with a slightly sweet orange flavor.  The balance was off, with no middle flavors and a bland vegetal follow-through. The whole experience reminded me of a beginner's homebrew.  It wasn't awful, but I won't be buying this one again. 

Friday, November 20, 2009

Bike riding in the Bois.

Today I took a sort of memorial bike ride through the Bois de Boulogne in honor of a friend of ours who fought hard till the end but lost her battle with brain cancer.  She is now pain free and in a much happier place.  This could not have been a more beautiful autumn day.  It was a great bike ride.
Because I took a lot of pics you will find more on the next blog.
One last thing-Enjoy life to the fullest, don't sit around waiting for life to happen around you.  Terri never did.



Bike ride pictures number two.




Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Childhood rhymes

OK, we need help.

The little monkey has learned to "put her potatoes in" or whatever your local phrase for it is/was, to select who goes first in games. Know what I mean?  Where the kids put in their hands and do "eenie meenie miney moe..."  until all hands but one are eliminated?

We remember a few of these:

"One potato, two potato, three potato four..."

"Train, train, number nine, going down the city line, if the train goes off the track, do you want your money back, yes or no?"

"Mother and your mother were hanging up clothes. My mother punched your mother right in the nose. What color was the blood?"  

But variety is the spice of life and we need some spice. Which ones do you remember?

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Fancy talk

French can be a very formal language. Just as an example, in English you might close a business letter with "yours truly"  or "sincerely", but this is a fairly typical formal closing in French:

Agréez, je vous prie, l'expression de mes sentiments les plus distingués,

Henri Flaubert

Loosely translated, this means "Please accept my humblest and most heart-felt appreciation for your time, and know that I am not worthy to be in the same room with you and breathe your exhaled breath. I would eat day-old mackerel from a gas station toilet seat merely for an opportunity, however remote, to perhaps catch your attention and receive a favorable nod or half-smile. Please walk upon my face and thereby deliver unto me the honor of your contact, Henri Flaubert"

Well, I'm exaggerating a bit. But not much.

Monday, November 2, 2009

More fun with faux amis!

Ages ago, we did a bit on faux amis, false friends that look like familiar English words, but really means something very different in French.  By popular demand, here are a few more:

parent (n):  In France you aren't restricted to just 2 parents. Here, you can have dozens!  Why? Because a parent is any relative, not just Mom and Dad.

canapé (n):  Mmmm...canapes! Hungry? Bring a sharp knife and fork and maybe some Tabasco sauce, because a canapé is a couch. Bon appetit!

blesser (v):  Careful with this verb. Before you go off and blesse someone, expect some resistance. It means to hurt or injure, not to wish well.

pain (n):  You probably know this one. The French love pain. And we do too. It's French for bread. 

Pop quiz:  What do the French call French fries? Right, just fries (frites, actually). And French bread? Well, it's just bread. And a French horn? The rule changes. It's not merely a horn, but a cor d'harmonie, or harmony horn.