It's 2:15. I've had a very long day of hard work. The kind of day that makes you feel like you deserve a drink. So I did. Couple of hours later, here I am. Watching a French cookery program. Pretending I really do understand the language.. (I only understand..quinze, sucre, beurre, and the other random petits, bonnes, parce que's & le vin).
Makes me feel happy and stupid at the same time. French is so pretty..

Want to watch and learn? Go here.

+ the blog that got me on this path: Manger by Mimi Thorisson (she's great!)

[post written a few weeks back, as obviously it's not night right now - and I am not drinking wine - really I'm not]