The French are famous for their love and appreciation for fine food so carefully planned meals are part of my French Friday plan. Here is what I ate today:
- Breakfast – Earl Grey tea, small glass of orange juice, small piece of toasted baguette with a bit of butter and some Bonne Maman blackberry preserves
- Lunch – thinly sliced roast beef and cheddar on French bread, fresh cherries, a few chips (yeah, not so French) and a small bottle of Perrier
- Dinner – artichokes as an appetizer, Herb crusted chicken in basil cream sauce, garlic mashed potatoes, wine
FW (French women) do not think it’s cute or quirky to be neurotic. You will not find them talking about how afraid they are to be dumped yet again or how they were teased about whatever as children. FW will make themselves vulnerable in other ways, but they do not self-deprecate.
Another post with ten tips. Here’s one I especially like:
Indulge yourself sometimes, and savour it. Buy a single exquisite chocolate, the best you can afford and eat it slowly, rather than demolishing a bar of Cadbury’s Dairy Milk. Get the occasional manicure. Buy an Italian Vogue. Whatever floats your boat do it, not every day, not even every week, but every so often. A little decadence goes a long way.
This is something I’ve been working on:
Invite friends over without making a fuss about it. It’s easy to assume that the French entertain quite lavishly, but in my experience, the opposite is true. Most French women entertain as insouciantly (yet dashingly) as they toss a scarf around their necks.
David just made me a cosmo which isn’t French but is tasty. I’m going to read a few more French-themed articles online while I sip my cocktail and then I’m going to crawl between the sheets and read awhile. Bonne nuit, mes amis!