On Saturday we decided to go to our local sports complex and have a little picnic in the park. We swung by our village market on the way, the mister bought baguette while I went down to see my favourite little fellow at the cheese stall.
He didn't have the 2 inch rounds of goat's cheese that I usually get from him. But he did have some big 4 inch rounds on top of the counter.
What's this one, I asked in perfect French (of course).
A chèvre, extra-fresh, he replied.
Extra? I said.
Yes, made this morning.
I may have whimpered then, I'm not sure.
I also picked up one with Provençal herbs on top.
Oh, it was good.
So very, very good.
The playground was nearly empty, probably because the afternoon came over very cloudy and cold.
First attempt without training wheels. No major falls.
Lots of exploring to do, many rocks to be fished out of baby's mouth.
I took another tour around the garden when we got home. Loving this colour, which won't last much longer:
Olives are ripening (it's olive harvesting season in November).
Hoping someone will move in here for winter. Maybe a European squirrel. I love those little critters.
I don't know what this vine is, but it has the most vivid red leaves which are all dropping off to reveal a sea of berries.
I also spent some time this weekend working on a little something to send to Nato with her magazine.
Speaking of exciting: the mister decided to use a whole one of these Antilles (Habanero) chillis in our Sunday night omelette.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
It was a very, very bad idea this morning.
I will be getting my internals resurfaced sometime this week.