Légumes rôtis au four [2]

Before roasting them in the oven, we cut the winter vegetables into approximate one-inch cubes, tossed them in a small amount of olive oil, and seasoned them with black pepper, allspice, and herbs (thyme, bay leaves, and oregano).Toward the end of the cooking time (45 minutes, we added a few chicken tenderloins and drizzled some honey over everything.

C'est quoi qu'on mange à midi ?

Des légumes. Je parle de légumes d'hiver — des navets, des panais,  des oignons, de l'ail,
 des pommes de terre, une patate douce, et une carotte. On va les faire rôtir au four
avec de l'huile d'olive et des fines herbes, et peut-être un peu de miel et de poulet.

Bon appétit...

Now, and in 1989

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I don't often post pictures of myself. This blog isn't so much about me as it is about France. Anyway, on the left above is me today. On the right is me in a photo that was taken in 1989. I was 40 years old.

Walt and I had left Paris (where we met) in 1982 to go live and find jobs in Washington DC. For a variety of reasons, we ended up leaving DC for San Francisco in 1986. In 1989, I was working as managing editor of a computer magazine in San Francisco, and Walt was in graduate school at Berkeley.

In 2003, after 18 years there, we left California for Saint-Aignan, in the Loire Valley in France. We're still here.

Everything is coming up...

...no, not roses, but cyclamens. In our back yard, I mean. I think the woman who sold us the house we've been living in since 2003 used to buy little pots of cyclamens to set out on her window sills and when they stopped flowering in late spring, she would just pull them out of their pots and throw them outdoors. We've never done that, but her cyclamens still come up here every year in wintertime.

I'm headed out to get a haircut at nine this morning. I quit going in for regular haircuts last summer, when I started feeling arthritic and got tired of my short hair. It's really long now, and I'm tired of that. Back in the 1970s, when I lived in Rouen for a year and then in Paris for two or three years, I always had long hair. I didn't want to spend my money chez le coiffeur because my pay was low. And long hair on men was in style.