Monday, March 12, 2012

The gift of Art.

                                                                           
                                                                     I Love the Arts.

The egg and the coffee story.


 The Egg


I made my first poached egg last Sunday. It’s probably nothing to brag about.
But I Love the art of it, the right amount of water and vinegar; and you have to know when exactly to dump the egg in the water.
I really Love cooking, so every time I add a new dimension to my cooking it’s exciting.
Now this must go as smoothly when I have guests for Breakfast.


The Coffee 
My friend Bernice made me the best cup of coffee I have ever had. She is from Porto Rico and I had heard about their coffee but the taste was unexpected. It has this amazing texture, flavor and aroma. The coffee came in full beans and she grinded it and made this gorgeous cup. You must have a cup of coffee from Porto Rico and get a friend like her. 

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

We are young..



Some days, often on a Wednesday I contemplate the seemingly sudden demise of my youth. Wednesdays are odd -they are this great midweek reminder of the regency of life. Every so often I hear a song that is an escape of ‘the clock’; I bounce out and leave the trappings of the insecurity of aging. I Love to hear a song like this, it reminds me of all the life in my years. 


"Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can go brighter than the sun"

Fun Ft. (the gorgeous) Janelle Monae - We Are Young
Thank You for the music.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Starting Afresh


I moved to France in the middle of Autumn|Fall and I left South Africa before the end of winter. That means I have had the longest winter.  The temperatures of the Northern Hemisphere have weighed heavy on this Southern girl and child of the Sun. Tomorrow is the first day of spring and I Love the season. It is all about the new, fresh and a sense of rebirth that nature so seamlessly and elegantly parades... Here’s to the new.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

The Path

"Traveller, there is no path. 
Paths are made by walking"


- ANTONIO MACHADO