Good Food, great gelatos, and amazing cappuccinos!

We are back from Italia, where the food is good, gelatos are great, and the cappuccinos are amazing! So we got in, and I walked out of the car to stretch my legs(after a 5 hour car trip, the second one... the first day was about 7 hours...) and it was rEEEally warm!!!! We go into our room, and it's not just a room, it was about the size of our apartment! I called dibs on the biggest room... tee hee. The place (Cretaiole Agriturismo) was amazing, and the woman who runs the place is REALLY nice, and she spoke English. The first night, she made us reservations for dinner, so we go there, and Noa's stomach starts hurting. Now, I am no stranger to aching stomachs, but she was like, crying, so we had to go home! That night, Noa fell asleep on the bathroom floor. The next day though, she was good as new! That morning, we went on a tour of the "working farm" at the agriturismo. It was actually quite interesting, even if the meat curing room made me feel kind of sick. They had a big pig, and these adorable ducklings, some baby chicks, and a baby bunny... By the time we got to the wine making/processing part, Noa and I were feeling tired, so we just went outside and played with the dog, until the tasting session. The cheese was SO GOOD (peccorino). The olive oil was SO GOOD. It was delicious! On Monday, we went to an organic farm, and it was just beautiful. There were pigs, and sheep, and goats, and peacocks, just kind of walking around, doing their thing. We saw where they made the cheese, and we saw the kitchen. There was actually a baby lamb who was born earlier that day! We tried to take it out, but the mother started freaking out, and tried to climb over the little fence that was holding her in. After the tour, we had lunch there. Boy, was there a lot of food, a salad here, some artichoke here, some pasta there, a bean salad, some asparagus, some more vegetables, there was so much food! It was so good, but I think I ate too much. Oh well, that's the price you pay sometimes when you have such good food. (oh yeah, and on Monday for dinner we went back to the place we had to ditch because of Noa's stomach, it was yummy!) The next day, me and mom went to a private water color art class, and took home somethings that actually looked good! On Wednesday we had dinner at a Monestary, pasta+truffles=yummy! Thursday, we went to Sienna, and boy was it crowded! That night we learned how to make "pici" a really good pasta that we ate with pesto, and yes we have the recipe, so we can teach everyone who wants to learn. On Friday, dad and I went horse back riding, I had a really nice horse, although I'm not sure if he/she was nice because she was just nice, or because she knew I knew what I was doing, and I knew she knew it. Dad's horse, however, steered him into every possible branch, ate when he wanted, and trotted when he wanted. But it was beautiful. That night, at dinner I ordered a special pasta. After it was cooked, they put in a big bowl made of peccorino cheese, and scraped it around so the cheese melted on the pasta, it was pretty cool. We went to Florence the next day, and we went to the old palace, to go back in time to meet a Medici Duchess! The rest of the vacation isn't worth describing, we went to some museums, gardens, typical tourist stuff. It was a beautiful vacation, but I missed being able to understand people! Now, before I change my mind, I'm going to say... "Until next time!"

Lili(an) Belle in PARIS!

Party Time!

Party time, y'all! Noa turned 7 last weekend! Despite all my efforts and endless suggestions of having the party at some really fun venue (art studio, cooking class, magic show, movies), Noa insisted on having her party at our apartment. "If we go somewhere to do something we won't have time to play!", she explained to me. The theme was Rock n' Roll Celebrity. Everyone came dressed as a famous rock star (whom Noa assigned prior to the party). We had Pink, Hannah Montana, Brittany, Gaga, Ke$ha, Sharpe from HSM, Michel Jackson and The Beeber. Noa was Taylor Swift. She had to have a wig. The first one we bought caused a major trauma because it didn't cover her hair. And she was right, poor Taylor looked like she could use a good dose of Rogaine. So we went and bought another one. This one was called the Angel Wig and it had long ringlets. However, when we bought it, we didn't realize how long and when Noa first tried it on the thing went down to her knees. After some consideration, Noa agreed that it could use a trim. So we chopped about a foot and a half so it fell mid chest. That seemed to satisfy her and she even wore it for the first hour of the party but it was really not very 'practique' so she shed it (haha) after that. Lili came as Katy Perry and looked fabulous with her bright blue wig (which I'm pretty sure is the wig that Noa wanted all along but Taylor would never!). The party was a huge success with lots of freeze dance, lip syncing, tattoos and a even a sunday bar. Lili and her friend Nara (a.k.a. Beyonce) helped a lot with the child wrangling and entertaining. It all would have been perfect except that earlier that day, Ethan had to take a trip to the emergency room. This is not a belated April Fool's joke. He had been sick for the week prior to the party and then about 2 days before, he started breaking out in spots. And he continued to break out until he was covered head to toe in these dark red blotches. He had an appointment to see a doctor the following monday and he had alrady seen one doctor on friday who said he didn't know what it was but it wasn't contagious (don't ask me how he knew that). However, Saturday morning (a.k.a. party day) he really was not looking to hot. I kindly explained to him that he really should go to Urgence and, in any event, he couldn't stay at the apartment and scare all the kids (and their parents). Long story short, he is fine now, just a virus that he had a bad reaction to. And as far as we know, it wasn't contagious. We hope.

Celebrate!

Hi!!!!!!! It's almost Noa's B-day, and we have a lot to d0! For her party, we are going to do a rockstar theme. Everyone is assigned a rockstar, and they come looking like him/her to the party. We're having an ice cream sundae bar, and pizza. Noa got first pick for rockstar, so say hello to Taylor Swift! We picked all the guests next. I got to pick last, Katy Perry! We decided Dad was going to be security, and Mom paparazzi. Wow, so much is going on... Thursday Alan and Molly are coming, which means I might be in Noa's bunk for a while..... It hasn't been that long since I last posted, so I'm going to be saying random things, like.... OMG the new Kane Chronicles is coming out May 3. Yesterday, me and Dad went to Champagne, and I tasted my first ever champagne! The verdict? Bitter, grape-y, not very pleasing. We're almost at 100 days of school, on April 5th we will have.... well, we'll have had 100 days of school. Not much else is going on. Wish me luck, let's hope I survive 100 days of school..... (photos: Noa's 100 day objects and me tasting champagne in Reims)

Lili(an) Belle in PARIS!

Home.....

I was just looking back on ALL the blogs, every single one, and I realized we have been in Paris for SO LONG. I was looking back, and one of the entrees said; In 3 days, we are moving from CT to Paris for a full year. Now, that year is almost up, I realize... there is practically NOTHING I'm going to miss! Sure, my creative writing class, but we do things in school, and I can always sign up for another one! Same with hip-hop. School... well let's just say GOOD RIDDANCE! I'm NOT going to miss Mme Panzani, maybe a little bit, like when she brought us crackers, but she is kinda scary. OK, so a little more than kinda. OK, so she's really scary when she's mad. But, honestly she hasn't given my friend Paulina detention yet, which is a MIRACLE! Another of my blogs said; So far school is OK, I like my french teacher... HA I know better by now. Wow.... I'm also realizing that I know SO much more French, and my mom's going to make me keep it up... UUUGH. OMG I'M SO EXCITED TO BE COMING BACK!!! I have 2 more weeks of school, a break, then 8 more weeks, and 9 days of it I'm going to be on a field trip with my class...... ok, so that's not a good thing. What kind of teacher do I have if she puts me and my friends in the same room? Especially with Paulina! Now, I know you probably don't know who Paulina is, and you probably don't care, but I can tell you she is CRAZY! INSANE! BONKERS! OFF HER ROCKER! The weird thing is she's allergic to nuts, I don't get HOW because she IS one! My dad just said," Do you want to do your hw?" I was like,"No" He was so confused, 'cause normally I'm really stressed about finishing homework and stuff, so I finally stopped toying with him and reminded him that I don't have school on Wednesday. That's one thing I'm going to miss. Although, I won't need the break as much. Anyways, I just WANT TO GO HOME!!!! I have nothing else to say, we're having a math test on Thursday, and I'm horrible at dividing decimals. Oh well. I don't know what else to talk about, so I'll just say," Until next time!!"

Lili(an) Belle in PARIS

PS: The pics I posted are of "the good old times".

Do I even have to say it?

As you can see, we spent sunday afternoon making Hamentaschen for Purim (which my daughter tells me is next weekend). The best recipe, if you're interested, is on the Martha Stewart totally waspy goyisha but don't want to alienate my jewish audience since I am still very closely linked with the entertainment industry web site. And I mean that sincerely... the recipe, I mean. It is an awesome recipe, there is orange zest in the dough (as I understand it the jews are not generally into 'zesting' but it is kosher, I checked with the Rabbi, otherwise known as our friend Eugene). The girls picked the fillings (which I believe are Kosher but not all traditional): apricot jam (my favorite), cherry jam (a little runny), lemon confiture, Nutella (we are in France), dark chocolate, peanut butter (recent gift from a visitor), PB & J and PB & Chocolate. Quite the assortment, huh? What made the day of baking extra fun was that I was well rested from a weekend without the children (thank you, Amy) as they both spent the weekend with friends and Ethan and I were able to spend the weekend relaxing together. What did we do, with all that was available to us, you ask? We ate at good restaurants, we saw good movies (American) and we explored a new neighborhood (Canal at Saint Martin, old neighborhood, new to us). What didn't we do, you ask? We didn't rush. We didn't yell or nag. We didn't cook or do laundry or shop. It was really a nice weekend. Not that we don't have nice weekends with the children (thank you, Amy), we do all the time. But this was different and a nice change of pace. And thank you to our new friends who had our kids for the weekend and told us it was their pleasure and that it was no problem at all. (I'm sure if we knew them a little better they wouldn't have lied to our faces but since we are all still playing nice, they did, so thank you.) Until next time...

Prepare the Cabin for Take-Off

Today the smell is decidedly me. I admit it, after a red eye back from CT, I stink. I'm ripe. I need a shower. It was a bitter sweet goodbye yesterday, as we were all sad to leave our very good friends who welcomed us all week long with parties, playdates, sleepovers and Martinis. It was really a non stop fiesta del grande. And the week before we got to have some super nice hang out time with cousins, aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters, grandparents and friends. However, daddy was waiting patiently in Paris for us to come home to him and we missed him too, so last night we boarded the red eye on Air France to bring us back to the City of Lights, otherwise known as the The City of Dog Poo. Knowing we would be back in the Good ol' US of A in five months helped soften the blow a bit. So, sad to have left but happy to be in my own bed (with my husband, instead of my 6 year old), use my own shower and visit my cheese guy.

I've stolen the computer from my mom, locked her up, and gagged her in the closet. Just kidding! Now, I probably don't have to write about my vacation, because everybody who reads this blog, I've seen over the vacations, and they've already heard the 411, the most important stuff. I will, however, write about the plane ride, and our arrival, and... I could go on and on, and on, but I'll just get to the point. So, anyway we say our good-byes to the McHughs, and Warren drove us to the Maxwells so we could hitch a ride to the airport. The ride was long, and I think I might have slept, but I'm not sure. When we got to the airport, it was practically deserted. The guy at the baggage check-point just opened one of those ropes, and we went straight to the front. The security the line was zero, zip, zulch as well. afterwards we went to get paninis, and then the toy store, and then I wanted to get my nails done, but it was $25, so mom said no, and then she fretted over whether or not she was going to get one of those neck rest thingies.... she ended up getting one for her and me. When we finally boarded the airplane, I was ready to take off, and by the time we actually did, I had read about 1/4 of my book, possibly more, and I was switching off with my french book that I have to read for Monday. After the plane had taken off, and we had some turbulence the captain, or one of the flight attendants announced that someone was not feeling well, and they were looking for a doctor. The guy next to mom said something about passing out. I didn't sleep a wink. Noa slept like a log, she had her head in mom's lap, and her feet in my face, pleasant, isn't it? Anyway, I needed more space than Noa, and she was taking up about half of my seat, so to me, sleeping didn't seem like an option. I actually slept through dinner, and I wasn't awake when they served breakfast, but besides that, I was UP and READING. My mom and dad are cutting my reading time to a limit of 1 hour on weekdays, and 2 on weekends and Wednesdays. I was so sad when I heard, I started crying, no joke. Ask my mother. Anyway, we're having dinner soon, so I gotta go! I'll write as soon as possible!

Lili(an) Belle in PARIS

I Surrender!

How's it going people? It's been a while, I realize, but at the top of my lame excuses list is I am sick! Finally, after everyone else in our family had seemingly succumb to some type of foreign germ (for some of us, more than one), it was finally my turn to surrender. It all started a week ago friday, when my throat was feeling a little but itchy. (Ironically, I had woken up that morning, looked in the mirror and said to myself, 'I can't believe I haven't gotten sick here yet'. Big Mistake.) So the plan for the weekend was to go to the Loire Valley and see some Chateaux. Saturday morning , we piled into our rental car and headed south. The first place we stopped was at the Chateau of Cheverny. The fun thing about this place is that they keep a hunting kennel with about 100 dogs and during hunting season (I'm sure there are several throughout the year) they take the dogs out on a hunt. Let me tell you though, 100 french hunting dogs make a lot of french merde! The other super cool thing about this Chateau is that it was heated inside. We could comfortably wander around the furnished rooms, admiring the paintings, dishes and armor. When we left, it was lunch time and we searched for a place to eat. We knew that January was not high season for the Loire Valley, so that meant the Chateaux would be less crowded but we hadn't counted on not finding any open restaurants. Lucky for us, I had booked a room for the night with a view of the Chateau at Chambord and I knew they had a lovely restaurant. So after a few failed attempts at finding something a little less formal in town (I use the word town loosely, but having just purchased a house in Chester, I'm hardly one to talk) and getting a little bit lost with the help of Mabel, our GPS assist, we made it to the lovely, if not a little run down Hotel Saint Michel in Chambord. And they do have a wonderful restaurant and were willing to serve us some of their beautiful cuisine. After a nice lunch, we went to explore the Chateau Chambord which is an enormous medieval chateau and certainly not heated. They did have an enormous fireplace going on each floor but that was only for temporary thawing out your fingers and hands before exploring deeper into the many nooks and crannies of the huge stone castle. After we finished with that we went to warm up for a bit in our room and then it was time to go to the bar for a drink and to dinner. (All the while I am trying to nurse this cold, let's not forget about poor old me). The next morning we drove to visit Chenonceau, which is a gorgeous structure built right over a river, lending itself to amazing views both of the chateau and from the chateau. Again, however, not heated. We toured the place with our gloves and hats on, visited the cool kitchens and walked the gardens and labyrinth for a bit until we were too frozen to stay outside (or inside for that matter) any longer. After lunch at a local cafe (Chenonceau is probably the most visited of the Chateaux so they had to have something open in town for starving tourists) we decided we would head back to Paris. The next day, I had a tour of the Concierge where Marie Antoinette, among others, was held prisoner during the French revolution. The tour was great but the building, originally built in 1310, was not heated. By Tuesday, my cold had gotten so bad that I decided to cancel my tour that day titled, 'Meet the Cheese Maker'. Can you imagine having to cancel something like that? I was heart broken. By Wednesday I was in bed and have remained there ever since (can you actually hear a miniature violin playing?) There is my big story for my big lame excuse about why I haven't written in the blog. I'm sure I will recover soon, and yes, if I'm not better by monday, I will go see a doctor but I swear it was just a cold! (First 2 photos are Chenonceau, next 2 are from Cheverny and the last is from Chambord).