wednesday night i hosted our knitting group at our apartment.
it was fantastic.
we didn't get much knitting done at all, we talked and ate and laughed and talked and ate more.
i made a mexican chocolate cake which cracked so it was sort of an eruption cake. when Christiana saw it she said, "oh! it's american cake!" which is exactly what i wanted - a layer cake with plenty of frosting!
we had a rosemary tomato and goat cheese tart, a salad, two kinds of vegetable paté with an organic baguette and a bottle of rosé from Diane, a homemade hazelnut cake from Christiana, two types of ice cream from Tea, fresh strawberries and creme fraiche from Julie, and another bottle of rosé from Zach.
i was so flippin' happy to have so many great people sitting around my table and enjoying the time.
but here's the thing.
R doesn't eat much cake - ever. (this makes me a little sad but that's another story).
so yesterday between lunch and dinner i ate half of what you see up there in that picture.
there are plenty of side effects that come from living in a foreign country - your brain short-circuiting between 2 languages, intense longing for things you cannot have because they are not to be found in your new country but you never crave at home (peanut butter), or complete and all out time and date confusion (is it friday? is it october? am i forgetting something?!).
but i've just stumbled up a horribly guilt inducing one.
due to several factors (some holidays are celebrated on a different date in France and a boyfriend who pays NO attention to celebrating these things) I FORGOT FATHER'S DAY!
and my father didn't say anything.
now, the scarier thing is that it is possible that i didn't forget but that i've now forgotten that i didn't, in fact, forget.
but i don't think so. (?)
and i'm only 27.
this might not be a huge deal to some people ("chill out, Abigail!"), but being some 3446 miles away from my Dad and being an only child and being really close to him...well, i freaked out when i figured this out this morning (but it was a mild freak out because between being hot and the mosquito in my ear last night i didn't sleep and i don't have the energy for a full freak out).
but Dad, i love you and you really are
you are hysterical, wicked supportive, so creative, open, hugely loving, thoughtful, and you put up with this:
so thank you!
also, your bread rocks.
and also, when i have more than 2 neurons firing tomorrow i'm going to figure out a way to make this right!
it was a bit of a whirlwind weekend but it was lovely to be so close to a garden, have some kitten time, and have dinner with a wonderful friend. sadly, we also started which Lost on DVD and are addicted.
harvesting potatoes is uncovering a miracle!(and funny)
and we were showered with gifts from the garden, only some pictured here. we came back with 4 round zucchini, 2 straight zucchini, cucumber, tomatoes, cherry tomatoes, new zealand spinach, a huge bag of rainbow chard (oh, j'adore!), reine claude, plums and here in our balcony garden there are both black and red tomatoes ready to be picked. so much goodness!
and these two - are full of the dickens.
they still don't have official names. translated, their names are Mine (on the left) sometimes called the Redhead and the Gray (in the middle). but in two weeks they have already changed. the photo on the right is them when we brought then to R.'s mom's home two weeks ago and now they are twice as long and more solid - losing that liquid puffball feeling that tiny kittens have.
and they climb everything!
after leaving sunday morning, which started nice and gray and cool, we headed up to two brocantes on the outskirts of paris.
then, it got hot. and this is what happens when if gets hot: