On the average day in Provence Hillary might take a leisurely stroll up to the small village of Gordes for a freshly baked pastry (or two or three…).
Around 7:00, it is time for a terribly rich and fattening dinner, such as this tartiflette — layer boiled potatoes, sauteed onions, crispy lardons, creme fraiche and an entire wheel of reblochon cheese, pour over a bit of white wine and chicken stock, and bake at 350 until golden brown and crisp. Tartiflette is one of those foods that is always better on day two. Yum.
And if you were feeling bad about your situation once you’ve read that, you can now read Amy’s typical day this past week and feel much, much better…
A typical day might sound a bit like this: Wake, caffinate – this week with tea since a nice Autumn cold had set in. Deal with apartment drama such as no hot water or large leak in the ceiling forming a small pond near the kitchen. Then onto dealing with mentally unstable landlord, job hunting, sharpen knives, think of using them on mentally unstable landlord instead of for food, class (the only redeeming part of a horrible week – making charcuterie!) wine, sleep, wake, repeat.
Having finally had enough of the mentally unstable landlord, by weeks end Amy found herself catapulted back into the world of apartment hunting (a tiring and expensive process). In need of comfort, she made a rediculous cheddar and blue cheese bacon mac n’ cheese Sunday night (picture not available due to the hastiness in which it was consumed.)
Amy is looking forward to Hillary’s return to NYC. Of course to see her friend, but also because she’s in serious need of the Châteauneuf-du-Pape Hillary is bringing back with her.