Thursday, March 28, 2013

The Return of Honey Jr.

{last summer}
Yesterday was Honey Jr's 30th birthday, and as such, I thought today was the perfect day for this post. (Obviously yesterday would have been more perfect, but I was busy yesterday. Oh and get this... La Poste managed to deliver the birthday card we sent Honey Jr, yesterday, like on his actual birthday. Gold star for you La Poste.)

I'm sure some of you may have been questioning the absence of Honey Jr lately, and I understand completely. The last time he was mentioned was Gatz's Raclette party in November. That's pure poppycock, I know. But here's the thing, the day after Gatz's Raclette, Honey Jr and Honey's Honey left for almost four weeks in Thailand, and when they returned, it was Christmas, and that's always hectic. January is for hibernating, and in February it was my birthday (which meant a weekend in Châteauneuf-du-Pape and Avignon) and I went to Dublin too, and then voila... it was March. Plus (and you're going to like this), Honey's Honey has been down south in Bee School. That's right... Bee School.

Anyway, we've all been busy but of course we've been in touch. So a couple of Saturday's ago, we met in the all new Le Petit Bar for a pre-lunch apéro. We were having so much fun catching up over our drinks, that Honey's Honey invited us around for lunch.

Honey Jr ordered a poulet rôti from Big Man (on the weekends, Le Petit Bar now sells rotisserie chickens... Big Man is pretty much the opposite of The Parisian and I love him for that), I popped into l'épicerie and grabbed a bottle of Rasteau, and with the bacon and leek pie (tarte aux poireaux et aux lardons) that Honey Jr had already made we were all set. (How great is it that Honey Jr bakes? I wish The Husband would bake. Actually, I take that back. I do not wish The Husband would bake. The mess would be too much for me to bare.)

It felt like old times and I was sad when we left. I was sad that when we walked out their door, we weren't walking through our old one, right next door, and we didn't share that wall anymore and the back garden that we had knocked the fence down of so we could all have one big shared one, instead of two separate little ones. I miss that. But as sad as I was, it was nothing compared to how sad Fifty was when when we got home and told him where we had been.

He didn't talk to us for the rest of the day.

bisou

19 comments:

  1. Sounds like you enjoy life to the full and how much easier that is in France, it took us a while to slow down when we came here but we are well slowed down now,

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  2. I love your writing, it's so humourous! Paints a beatifully vivid picture of village-life in France.

    Lx

    www.whatlisawrote.blogspot.co.uk

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  3. I'm convinced that I would fit right in Le petit village! Apero is my favourite time of day, but they're not so in to it in Japan, sadly.

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  4. Wasn't poor Fifty invited? Don't blame him for being miffed! I think I want to go to Bee School, too.

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  5. What is Bee school?? Like for bee keeping?

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  6. Never heard of such a think as "bee school". Maybe you could do an interview of Honey for your blog that will tell us what they learned at bee school. At least you are close enough, that you can still go visit. Have a great weekend.

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    1. Bee School is my cute name for Apiculture school, where Honey's Honey is learning about the cultivation of bees on a commercial scale for the production of honey. V

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  7. Nice post, Sara, with your usual high spirits and humor! You make me want to run away to France! Have a good one!

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  8. I really wonder what a bee school is. I mean, do you learn bee keeping? Sounds interesting!
    Glad you had a nice time with your friends!

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  9. Bee school? Excellent, love it! And I thought poireaux were pears, so I probably wouldn't have ever bought a tart like that as I'm not sure bacon and pears would go that well (best not tell my mum the ex-French teacher ;o) )

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  10. I cannot believe you didn't invite Fifty. He's right to be turning his nose up at you. I mean, has he even been given the chance to meet Big Man????

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  11. Well, welcome back Honey Jr.! And bee school?! We need more on this bee school!

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    1. I just saw your explanation of bee school...sounds a little terrifying, but kind of awesome!

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  12. Dear Sara,
    I love reading about your life in LPV!!!
    Happy Easter to you and all your big family.
    Bisous, Babi

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  13. Sara,
    I was catching up on my blog reading this morning and it always feels like I'm catching up with an old friend when I read you. I want to say something comforting about your missing the shared garden and the other bits, but I'm sure you are better by the time I type this anyway. I'll just give a little East Texas' "Cheer up Sister".
    Peace,
    susan

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  14. why would you tell him about that? you're SO mean.

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  15. Aww how nice! What does one learn in Bee School??

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