A word a day and a wonderful recipe each day for at least a year. Well that was the initial plan. But then the time it took me each day to shop, cook, photograph, write up, and publish just got the better of me and I gave up completely. But I’m back, with the firm intention of posting much less regularly but still explaining the best of French food a word at a time, attaching a delicious recipe and a mouthwatering photo.I may occasionally even do drawings instead of photos. Or ask my daughter at www.cecilevidican.com to help me out. I hope OneFrenchWord will continue to appeal to all francophiles, foodies and students of the French language.
I am passionate about cooking. All the recipes are my own, I invent food daily for myself, improvisation is so much a part of the kitchen. But of course, nothing is really original or invented in the cookery sphere, everything has already been imagined by someone or other, so some of my recipes may ring a bell. But I never intentionally copy someone else’s idea. I photograph my food just before I eat it. Almost all of the photos are my own, and are my private copyrighted property. Those that are not mine have the source carefully mentioned.
I am also a linguist. I was brought up to speak English, but I have always spoken French as well and have been living in France since 1966. Today I feel more competent in French than in English.
I love to create art. Anything. Simple, complicated, huge, tiny. I don’t have a favourite medium for expressing myself any longer. Yarn, clay, stone, paint, multimedia. I’m retired, so finally I have all the time in the world to experiment. I knit a lot, I paint a lot, thick oil paint with a palette knife. I sculpt clay and cut stone. Some of it is beautiful, some less so. But the pleasure is always there.
I love the sea. When I retired I moved from the Loire Valley to the Finistère, right at the very westernmost tip of France. A beautiful, wild, rocky place of surf and sandy beaches, wild moorland, gentle hills that the people here call mountains. A region of Celtic legend, misty past and radiant present. Of bagpipe music and men and women in traditional costume dancing traditional dances. Magic is literally everywhere, you feel it, it speaks to you. You cannot but be in love with the place.
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