Minou and the Lumpfish

  I think this name would be a really great name for a band especially one with a female lead singer.

  It is really hot here now, hard to think to write anything and this is high season for my holiday apartments so we can't really down tools.  Best to get up at the crack of dawn and take a rest after lunch like they do in all the southern countries.

  The neighbors are down for their holiday from Paris.  There is a grand-mother raising her only grand-son while her daughter and son in law raise the only girl child.  I don't think this is at all typical, don't get me wrong, I am not writing about French customs here.

  Since he was born, the little boy and his grandmother have been at odds, a battle of wills.  Forty minute tantrums and full out screaming used to be a daily occurence as the boy expressed his frustration with his little world. Now that he is five and in school, she says things have calmed down.  But since he could speak, this little guy has called his grand-mother by the nick name, MINOU, which as far as I can make out means "kitten" in french.

 Can you imagine calling your adversary , Kitten?    Hmm.   I suppose the world would be a better place if we did.   But then in America we have people named "Baby".  Think about being stuck with that moniker all your life.

A simple lunch today of lumpfish caviar, creme fraiche, new potatoes and green salad.

 Buy the potatoes from the organic farmer in the old town with the ginger beard..  They still have the dirt right on them they are so new.

Boil them up and find a jar of the best kept secret:  lumpfish caviar for 5.95 euros for 200g. (Galerie Lafayette)  That's enough for two people.  Eat and enjoy with a glass of chilled chablis. No clean up really.

 Now I am going down for my "sieste" and leave Minou and the Lumpfish to your imagination.