châteaux forts de France

Enjoy Bordeaux! Sante...

Enjoy Bordeaux

Basic French Lesson #1

Bordeaux France... A little slice of heaven on earth...

"Chin chin... Sante... Cheers!"

Bordeaux Region of France... A Wine lover's paradise!

For those of you that enjoy wines of all flavors and varieties, the link above takes you directly to Bordeaux France; a mecca for vinter's delights and culinary experiments. The scenery and the culture are unique to the region.  It is an interesting blend of history and vitality and from this Francophile's observation, oh... so distinctly French.

Faites voir....

The Bordeaux Valley

One of many wine shops in St. Emilion, France

Chateau d'Yquem

St. Emilion's century old celebration of wine!

To happiness, love and life...

Sante!

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-Le jardin de la vie- The Garden of Life...

"Spring Fever"

Spring is the time for new beginnings.

  It is also my favorite time of year.

  It reminds me of the cycle of life. 

Currently, my garden is provoking such contemplations...

teasing me with early signs of spring:  tulips, crocus & daphne. 

I cannot draw to save my life, but, give me a patch of Mother Nature's sweet earth, a spade and some flowers, and suddenly I feel like Monet!

My garden projects for this year are three-fold.  First, I will transplant lavender plants located in my front yard, to my backyard. They will enhance the French Provencal section of my garden, complete with fig tree.  There will be a total of 3 varieties of lavender, for intrigues sake.

Second, my shade garden.  Because it is such a prominent focal point from the living room of my house, I will be adding various shades and textures of green plants; enhanced with bursts of blue and white.  This should provide me the tranquility that I seek from this garden. 

Thirdly, most importantly, and to the point of how Springtime

 poignantly reminds me of the cycle of life,

I will begin preparations for a vegetable garden. 

This will be in memory of my dear neighbor,

 Con Schile,

who died yesterday.

Con was expert in growing tomatoes.  He introduced me to the delicacy of a properly home-grown tomato 10 years ago, and I'm fortunate to say that he spoiled me annually with such

"gifts from his garden." 

And so, to honor his memory, I will strive to learn the fine art of growing tomatoes. 

Cornelius Schile
2/12/1923 - 2/14/2010

Sante!

French Wine Reviews

Since my recent return from France, I began pursuing my new passion...
 French wines! 

So far, my favorites are Cremant  and Vouvray.

Below is information on both varieties...

What is Cremant?

The word “crémant” is used on bottles of bubbly wine from France that are made outside the designated Champagne area, but, that employ the same methods as those used in Champagne to make their wines sparkle. Several sparkling wine appellations in France were given the use of this word in the 1980s with an agreement that they would no longer use the term “méthode champenoise” on their labels. “Méthode champenoise” has now been replaced with the term “méthode traditionnelle,” or “traditional method.”

Crémant vs. Champagne

As already stated, Crémant wines must use the same method as Champagne to produce the bubbles in the wine. Basically, the wine undergoes a second fermentation in the bottle. Crémant wines must also adhere to other strict wine-making rules:

•the grapes must be whole bunch pressed

•yields must not exceed local regulations

•maximum levels of sulphur dioxide are enforced

•the wine must age for at least 9 months on its less

•the wine must pass a compulsory tasting panel

While Champagne is only made in the Champagne region of France and is made with the grapes Chardonnay, Pinot Noir, and Pinot Meunier, Cremant wines are made in various designated regions throughout France and use the grape varieties permitted in their specific localities. The differences in “terroir” and grape varieties give distinctive flavour profiles for each region. “Crémant” is used as a prefix and the regional name in which the sparkling wine is produced follows. For example, “Crémant de Bourgogne” and “Crémant d’Alsace”. I prefer The Cremant d'Alsace personally.

Crémant d’Alsace - Alsace is a strip of land along the German border that has actually been owned by the Germans a few times throughout history. Like the Champagne region, Alsace has a relatively cool climate making it easy to grow grapes with the high levels of acid required to produce good sparkling wine. The grapes used to make this region’s fizz are Pinots Blanc, Noir, and Gris, along with Riesling, Chardonnay, and Auxerrois. Although this region is famous for its aromatic Gewurztraminers, the grape is not permitted in the making of its crémant wines. There are several provinces within France that specialize in this style of sparkling wine including Burgundy, Jura and Loire, but some of the most interesting ones originate in Alsace.

Cremant d’Alsace are usually well-made sparklers, with high acidity, light body, and subtle flavours of citrus and lemongrass. Most of these wines should be consumed within 18 months of purchase.  :-)  Fine with me!

Voulez vous Vouvray?

A bright & flavorful wine from the Touraine region of the Loire Valley.

There is not only one Vouvray but several different Vouvrays. The wine can be sweet, flavored or full-body and dry.  Vouvray is French region of the Loire Valley located in the Touraine district just east of the city of Tours in the commune of Vouvray. The Appellation d'origine contrôlée (AOC) is dedicated almost exclusively to Chenin blanc.    Chenin blanc is the dominant and nearly exclusive grape of Vouvray.

The Chenin blanc wines of Vouvray are characterized by the grape's natural high acidity. The acidity is also a key component to the wine's aging ability.  Depending on the style, Vouvrays can exhibit notes of honey, nuts, ginger, fig, apples and white flowers. I find the wine to be slightly sweet, and very easy to sip and delicious when accompanying light cheeses, salads, seafood, flavorful sauces and/or light desserts.

Viticulture has existed in Vouvray since at least the Middle Ages when the Catholic Church maintained vineyards at the local monasteries. The Chenin blanc grape, known locally as Pineau de la Loire, is believed to have originated in the Anjou wine region sometime in the 9th century and from there eventually migrated to Vouvray. In the 16th and 17th century, Dutch merchants oversaw the plantings of many vineyards in the area to be used for wine trade with markets in London, Paris and Rotterdam. Grapes from all over Touraine were brought together in a mass blending labeled simply as "Vouvray". Wine cellars were built in the region from caves created from the excavation of tuffeau rocks used to build the Châteaux of the Loire Valley. The cold, steady temperature of these cellars served ideal for the advancement of sparkling wines made according to the traditional méthode champenoise that became popular in the 18th and 19th century.

The Chenin Blanc grape

Sante!

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Do you have a story to share that will entertain, educate or enlighten other women?

This is your chance to share your wit and experiences.

You are cordially invited to submit ideas or journal entries

 with the readers of Ooh la la!

As they say in France, (Comme ils disent en France...)

"Pour Parler!"

Let's have some fun with this!

Please email ideas and entries to: piedsagiles2010@gmail.com.

Dish du Jour...What do you wear to bed?

I was recently discussing this subject with a girlfriend of mine after she confessed to having driven to Starbucks while still wearing her pajama's!  I told her "they'd arrest me if I arrived in my pj's!!"  She laughed, but it's true.  I learned a few years ago the importance of wearing sexy pj's to bed ...

- Dish du Jour -

"A true story that I first shared with my friends on 2/9/07,

under the blissful influence of pain meds... "   

                             
"Yes, it is true. I smashed my shoulder in 4 places..it's my left shoulder. I am now on week 5 and finally able to say that, at best, I have minimal range of motion--which I am thrilled to have because since my accident, my left arm was showing no signs of life and let us not forget that I am a "lefty"!

Imagine not being able to style your hair; having to pull your pants up with one hand; to be forced to wear very loose, stretchy tops(so they can be pulled up from your legs cuz you can't pull 'em over your head); no bras; can't drive while on meds, etc...etc...This week I feel a bit liberated because I am driving and I can now pull loose tops over my head! Still can't blow-dry my hair but I'm getting better at wearing it curly.

How this unfortunate event occurred is not sexy or exciting.  To the contrary, it is sadly a poignant story indicative of a single woman, with no outside social life! HA!!

So there I was... walking my sweet, little puppy, Sadie, into the doggie boutique to be fitted for a fancy collar when all of a sudden, my darling puppy got spooked by a much larger, intimidating and drooling, boy-dog. She raced back to me for protection from the beast, ran around my legs and effectively wrapped me up tight with her leash, and then... jerked the opposite direction causing me to fall like a weak tree!

Because I didn't want to fall on my baby, I arched to the left and fell smack onto my left shoulder! Crunch, crunch, crunch...is all I remember hearing, but ooooh the words I do remember thinking....Dang!!  That was excruciating pain like nothing I've ever experienced before. Child birth pales in comparison and remember that I had 13 hours of back-labor, ending in a C-section!!

I gathered my breath for about 30 minutes, assembled some form of composure and then decided to drive home. DUMB CHOICE!! I don't recommend doing such a thing...but alas, I was in shock! My mom met me at my house and we proceeded to the hospital, where the x-ray technician confirmed my suspicions with these oh so eloquent words, "Wow, you really smashed your shoulder!"

So there I was, or rather have been, broken shoulder and all. Unable to work for the past 4 weeks and when...BAM!  I have another bout of unanticipated excitement. Oh ya, my body decided to rebel against the narcotics that I'd been prescribed. I began throwing up violently.  I wasn't able to stop the vomiting and so I began to hyperventilate. As if puking and hyperventilating weren't bad enough, to make matters worse, my limbs went numb and I couldn't freaking move. Very exciting stuff I know, but wait--it gets better!

There I was, partially clad in an over sized t-shirt (probably a souvenir from some male caller), on my bed, unable to move when the Fire Department arrives. The firemen were talking to me through my bedroom window because of course my front door was locked and I couldn't get to the door, to unlock it!! I was bracing for the crash of firemen rushing/crashing through the front door,when thankfully my parents arrived to unlock the door!!!

What a vision....not at all looking sexy; smelling of puke, hyperventilating and paralyzed, but yet I knew that I had 4, hunky firemen hovering over me!!!  I mean come on! That is every girls dream...a fantasy come true to have 4 firemen in her bedroom! Way too much drama, excitement and public exposure for this vain chicks liking... all in an old, worn out t-shirt! Good God!

Suffice it to say that since that day, even in my impaired condition, I have purchased 3 new, very sexy pj's and NEVER go to bed without checking my "look" in the mirror-- just in case "Round 2" might occur and those gorgeous, "hunk-a-hunk", strong and sexy firemen come back into MY bedroom!!"

C'est la vie!

Pearls of Wisdom...

 Courtesy of a "Fabulously 40" Club Member...

this pearl of wisdom

Be very careful if you make a woman cry,
 because God counts her tears.

 The woman came out of a man's rib, not from his feet to be walked on,

 not from his head to be superior,

 but from his side to be equal!

Under the arm to be protected,

 and

 next to the heart to be loved.

My "crazy chicken dance" with France!

My "crazy chicken dance" with France!

Ma "dance du poulet fou" avec le France!

This is a story that has been under development for many years. After much deliberation, I'm now ready to begin sharing excerpts of this very personal story, exclusively with the readers of Ooh la la!  It can best be described as a Shakespearean-like love story, rife with adventure.

Stay tuned ...

The Club...

-The Club-

This section of my blog is currently composed of three groups:

 "Fabulously 40", "50 is fine, fine, fine", et "Steel Magnolia's"

Readers are invited to respond and to share their own experiences. This platform is designed for women that qualify for membership to share their experiences and stories.

For many people, their 21st birthday is their defining birthday. For me, it was my 40th birthday. I knew that according to statistics,I had reached the half way point of my life's expectancy. Realizing that, I admitted to myself that there was still so much that I wanted to do, experience and to achieve. And so, I began formulating my "Bucket List." I wrote down everything that I want to do and then organized the goals into increments of 1,3,5, and 10 years.

I've known women to commemorate their 40th or 50th birthdays with such things as luxury cars, extravagant vacations, or something as personal as cosmetic surgery. This is the forum for sharing your stories, jokes, words of encouragement, etc...

When contemplating what to name the 60 and older group, I reflected upon the women that I know personally in this age bracket and decided that "Steel Magnolia's" best describes the style, grace and wisdom of these women.

For those readers that are currently in their 30's, I invite you to submit ideas for naming the 30+ Club.

Stay tuned ladies as articles are soon to follow that I believe you will all enjoy.

"There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents,

the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love.

  When you learn to tap this source, you will have truly defeated age."

Sophia Loren

Broken dreams...Broken heart...

"Great loves too must be endured..."

"Grands amours aussi doit être supporté"

Coco Chanel
"Vous qui passez sans me voir ..."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-62RMi9Vip8

As many of my girlfriends are aware, I recently experienced the loss of someone that I loved very much. It was the death of a dream; the death of a promise... and,well ...as cliche as it sounds...my heart has been broken since that day.

I've learned that grief is something very personal and that it is nearly impossible to explain to someone that has not experienced it for themselves.  No matter what type of loss we are experiencing it can be an opportunity for us to gain tremendous insights into the wonders of life.

7 Steps for Coping with Loss:

1. Remember. Loss isn't about endings, although at the time it may seem that way, it's about remembering the invitation for new beginnings.The possibilities for new ways of thinking, doing, and seeing things are available. They are right there waiting patiently for you to unwrap like a beautiful gift.

2. Go outside. There's something about being outside that reminds us of the magical and mystical ways of life; it is grounding, comforting, rejuvenating, liberating, and renewing.

3. There's no rush. Take time to be with you and the emotions that may arise. So many wonderful epiphanies and aha moments can be overlooked when you rush through. Allow yourself to go through the motions of your emotions. Don't charge through them; honour them, be with them and befriend them. There is so much you can discover that will enhance your growth and expansion.

4. Breathe and Meditate. Often our emotions can seem to take over during a time of loss and we can forget to draw in some deep connecting and healing breaths that allows us to quiet our thoughts and hear the messages that are awaiting us.

5. Have faith. This can be challenging because the feelings of loss can be so great that instead of strengthening your faith, you begin to lose it. Since faith is not something you can see, you have to rely on your instincts, gut feelings, intuition, or stillness. Faith lives in your heart, not in your mind; this can be difficult to rely on especially during tough times. This is where you let go and let the Universe lead the way. When you do you open the door for miracles, opportunities, potential, promise and possibilities to enter.

6. Trust. Through the rollercoaster of emotions you might experience some good days and some bad days; some moments will be happy and some sad; there could be doubts and sureties and there might be anger and peace, but you can trust that through the tunnels of darkness the light shines again. You can begin to trust yourself and/or others. You honour your emotions. You develop understanding. You begin to believe that there is a universal grace operating in your life and that you are connected to it at all times. You become aware that new possibilities are unfolding from what seemed like a never ending emotional ride.

7. Change. Sometimes it can be hard to believe that something good can come out of what seems bad or even devastating.Within every crisis lies the possibility for changes, transformation, growth, expansion, new outlooks, new opportunities, and renewed spirit. Remember, there isn't a right or wrong way of dealing with loss, or a time table of how long you may ride the emotional rollercoaster, but rest assure when you open your heart you are making room for great adventures and awareness in life.

These statements are all very comforting, however, if I could change things...  I would. 

Lyrics | Jann Arden - You Don’t Know Me lyrics

Is chivalry dead?

I'm wondering if men today even realize how much women appreciate a chivalrous man?  My first response is no, they do not. I'm not sure if this is due to societal norms and pressures, or whether it is as simple as old fashioned laziness.  Regardless of the root cause,unfortunately, it seems that all too often they display their charming, gentlemanly behaviors just long enough to capture our attention... and then, once they have us... bam!  The real man is revealed.  That's not to say that the real man is all bad.  It's just that I wish they understood how much women appreciate and respect that galant knight characteristic; that which allows us to feel safe in their arms.   

Dish du Jour - The Creative Art of Naming One's Paramour

For years, women have talked in code, amongst friends about their romances. It has been our way of sharing life experiences with other women, without exposing the truths of our dalliances to others. Perhaps it was Sex and the City's Carrie Bradshaw that illuminated this art-form best with the naming of "Mr. Big..." For me, it is something that entertains me when reflecting upon relationships of yesterday.

Usually, the names come to me very quickly. They are either derived from a man's behavior,his personality, appearance, occupation, sexual prowess and "tool size"-- or lack there of , or it can be as simple, beautiful and intimate as a shared experience.

A few examples:
  "The Sketchpad"- a tall, handsome, sexy, highly tatooed, great lovin, younger man that immediately elevated me to Queen of the Cougars!
"Sparky" - because he had great recovery time and was always so eager to play.
"Spartacus" - because he was very muscular, assertive and oooh so naughty in the bedroom!
"The Gardener"-  because he was a landscaper/gardener with a track record of impregnating women out of wedlock. 
"Benson"-  because we would meet at a tres chic and swanky hotel bearing the same name!
"Taco Tom" - because, just like the drive-thru's at his restaurants, he's in and out within 5 minutes! ooooh!

Regardless of how I decided upon my paramour's nicknames, it has become favorite fodder for me and my girls during our "Happy Hour-Therapy Sessions".

Does anyone else enjoy doing this or is this something unique to me?