A ride a day | Un tour par jour

We don't eat out much here, partly because Oscar goes to bed at 7pm, and partly 'cause we're such awesome cooks that it's ha...

fresh artichokes, a lot of work, but worth it Everyone knows that the French take their restaurants pretty seriously, but it's inter...

Our visitors are arriving on the heels of each other. We said goodbye to Erika on Wednesday morning, and Trevor arrived with his bike in tow...

Jefe rode his bike around in the Spring rain and then fell asleep watching the Paris-Roubaix race on TV... Perhaps we've been a little i...

... like the French do . Back in Illinois we have a cookbook of traditional French recipes (purchased long before we knew about our trip). ...

You may remember the story of how we acquired this indispensable piece of cookware , which we have used virtually every day since. We have t...

( Baked oysters with bacon and leeks ) Though we have yet to travel very far west of Poitiers, toward the sea, the piles of cheap oysters fo...

As evidenced by our recent run of "nyah-nyah" posts, we have been perpetually surprised by the tastiness of things that we've ...

After trying glühwein in Germany, and becoming part of William's efforts to increase the visibility of vin chaud in Poitiers, we deci...

I first took note of the duck fat for sale here at the farmer's market. Frequently, adjacent to the saucisson man, there is a van parke...

We have mentioned the Saturday market here in Poitiers before, but in the past, we mostly offered photos of our shopping hauls and brief des...

Ok, the last post was basically a maintenance post, just keeping everyone informed until something happened worth rhaposidizing. Well, one o...