So another few days for the books. I had my first day of work yesterday and it was great... got a little taste of the experience without the full commitment of waking up early and doing all the grunt work. I strolled in around noon, put on an apron and stood around chatting with the girls for a good hour. The main topic of discussion: pâté in France. Surprisingly riveting conversation... who would have thought there were so many varieties???
Anyway. We finally got to work (I say we, but really the other girls were working the entire time) and the fun began. Since it was was still my first day and Severine didn't want to just throw me to the wolves, I was mostly just observing and finishing off the desserts with chantilly cream and garnish as they came up. Heres the kitchen crew... so much girl power here, I love it.
Since it was a holiday Monday here in France, the restaurant was only open for lunch, meaning we had the evening to do our own thing. Sev went to go find a beach for the afternoon, while the Canadian girls all wanted to drink wine and eat pizza all night. After closing up the kitchen, we all hung out in the restaurant drinking our frosé (frozen rosé) concoction and playing bartender. They introduced me to the drink of the region, Pastis. Its a licorice-y liquor that, when mixed with water turns cloudy and is a pretty nice summery drink. I opted for the wine instead.
We stopped over at the restaurant next door for a drink while we waited for the pizza place up the hill to open. At last, we saw the doors open and the unmistakable scent of pizza fill the air.
We all but ran up to the pizza place to secure our spot for the evening. The owners there are lovely and know everyone by name. We ordered six pizzas "POUR VOUS QUATRE??!!", she exclaimed (for the four of you??!!).
Left to right: Christine, Jess, Myself, Chelsea
We had such a nice night eating, drinking, eating again and drinking some more. Christophe, one of the owners, came to sit with us and brought out another bottle of wine (on the house because we're such star customers).
We finally turned in for the night around midnight and got right to sleep to ready ourselves for the adventure-filled day ahead.
Alas, the day is here… the big 2-3….Happy birthday to me! The girls have a great day planned; farmers market in the morning, Nyons during the day, and a picnic at night.
We were a little slow rolling getting to the market and had to power through to be able to catch our bus to Nyons. It was still amazing and I cant wait to go back next week. It was the cutest little market, filled with every kind of vendor imaginable. Everything from jewelry to paella to homemade sausages, this place had it all. So we picked up our fruits and veggies, some sausage and headed out on our merry way.
The bus system here in the Drôme area is more of a regional bus than city busses… they connect all the nearby towns and only run a few times a day. The route to Nyons was so picturesque, lavender fields and vineyards the entire way, surrounded by a range of mountains. This picture doesn’t even begin to give it justice, but heres a little taste.
Once in Nyons we stopped for the most amazing lunch on the “international” street. Homemade pastas and gnocchi with fresh sauces, and finished off in a wood burning oven.
After lunch we wandered around trying to find a few more snacks for our nights picnic. Nyons is known for its olives so we just HAD to get some of those. Picked up some beautiful stinky cheeses and hopped on the bus back home.
We posted up for our picnic in the Jardin Sevigné, an adorable little garden with a hedge maze and lavender field right beside it. We had the most amazing spread… fresh tomatoes, apricots and cherries, olives from Nyons, a variety of sausages, some stinky cheese, Terrine au vin blanc, and of course some fresh bread and champagne.
We sat out until dusk just eating, lounging and laughing.
It was definitely a birthday for the books. All day I just couldn't stop thinking about how lucky I am to be here and how everything is so amazing, it can’t possibly be real.
Even now, Chelsea and I are back in the Sevigné garden, lounging and reading, just enjoying the southern french sun.
HOW IS THIS REAL LIFE? Anyway, all this to say I am incredibly fortunate and savouring every single moment.