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244. HAPPINESS IS...

Happiness is a Wednesday afternoon with the kids. Yes, Madam!

Wednesdays in French schools is a day off or at least half a day off. So, my grandchildren come for lunch with me every Wednesday. Today we had a small appetizer of "mozzarella di bufala" with some cucumber slices dipped in balsamic vinegar. Quite danty! That Italian cheese is made with bufalo milk. It has a definite taste, not like the usual mozzarella with regular cow milk. For a main dish we had fried potatoes with steak tidbits cooked with shallots, not chives, the real "Èchalottes". For sweets we had a ready made "floating island" that you buy in plastic containers and that kids love, a floating island being a meringue floating on custard... you've got to have imagination in life.

What to do in the afternoon can be a problem at times. But today the weather being favorable for picking fruit outdoors, we drove (in my "sports car" of course) some 20 km to a place where you can pick your own strawberries and pay for what you picked by the weight. We picked some 5 kilograms of big red sweet smelling strawberries. And we drove home.



This is where it becomes interesting. We drove home with the hood down under the sun and in the wind, stuffing our faces with strawberries as it went. Just heavenly. Through the forest on a small country road. With birds singing. And clouds following us above our heads.

At one stage we came across a place with horses and carts and things. We veered in and asked for info. on horse riding etc. The place is called Laleuf, they have a website and are on FaceBook. It looks like a place we will visit again.

After that, we drove on to town. The kids sitting in the back were finding dolphins, dragons and sharks in the clouds! 

  

I love Wednesdays with the kids. 
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