Before moving to the States, I promised an anxious Gregory that there would be Sundays, French Sundays. French Sundays are wonderful things, especially in Provence. In Provence, French Sundays are greeted with the brightest of blue skies and a shining sun. Apéro is had before settling in for a long lunch and a lazy afternoon.
Gregory would miss French Sundays. Of course he would, I would too, anyone would. So I promised Gregory that even in America, we would still have French Sundays. Apéro might not kick off at exactly midday, and there may not always be Rosé and Ricard, but I'd do my best to make it happen.
For the past few Sundays, I've managed to keep the homesickness at bay with a bit of French tradition in Texas. At times it's a bit haphazard, but it's been getting the job done.
A taste of the Mediterranean in a bowl and some chips and salsa because hello... we're in Texas y'all. The Rosé was replaced by white (I'm crying on the inside) which paired perfectly with the Schnitzel à la Holstein I made (which I thought was appropriate living in a German-American town like I do).
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In typical Provençal fashion, lunch was followed by a sieste, which afterwards we were awoken from in typical Fifty fashion... with kisses! And I was having such a wonderful time relaxing on my French Sunday that you're now reading this post instead of watching a vlog of Gregory that I should have recorded. Forgive me please, but a whole day spent doing this, was just too good to pass up. A thousand pardons.
Looks delicious - I wouldn't mind taking a leaf from your book and having a French Sunday here!
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like the perfect way to spend a Sunday!
ReplyDeleteI want to have a French Sunday...and a French Monday, Tuesday and well, you get the idea ;)
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Sounds like a beautiful French Sunday. I wish you many, many more happy and relaxing French Sunday's to come. blessings, Catherine
ReplyDeleteI want a French Sunday. It's been too long since I had a glass of rose too.
ReplyDeleteOur Sunday was spent in the Var, not far from some of those retired Rugby men, having a nice sardinade, under the olive trees, not far from the pool....celebrating Toulon!! Much rosé was consumed :) Your Sunday looks absolutely divine, too!
ReplyDeleteMy favorite kind of day! I'm going to institute French Sundays chez moi. In fact, I think my book club meeting yesterday was very French Sunday-ish. There were aperitifs, rosé, and lazy hours in the shade. By the way, what is that book you're reading? I should know since I follow you on Goodreads too, but I don't recognize it.
ReplyDeleteWow, what a cook you are. Looks so good, kind of like a French version of chicken fried steak. Would that German town be near a river? Love the hill country. It all looks good. Hope Gregory will be back soon! I bet he hates to go. It seemed so short.
ReplyDeleteI should start my Sundays with wine as well, Rosé please! Love that cute squirrel!
ReplyDeleteWow, this all sounds so nice! :) ^^ And I agree with Katrin!
ReplyDeletei like the idea of french sundays! sounds so perfect and relaxing for sure!
ReplyDeleteDon't apologise, we understand completely. It looks fabulous x x
ReplyDeleteDon't think I've ever had a "French Sunday" in 5 years of living in France, but now I'm wondering why not? Rosé, nibbles and a nap, what's not to like? (Probably missing the blue skies and sunshine most of the time...)
ReplyDeleteWhat an excellent way to spend Sunday - we will forgive you that lack of vlog, as it is very important to keep Gregory happy with a French Sunday... my French Sunday consisted of mostly working...but I did get my coffee-on-the-balcony - and Mr FD completed the tax return for us! Huzzah for him!
ReplyDeleteYour taste of the Mediterranean with a Texan twist looks like the best of both worlds and you can't beat a lazy French Sunday. I love the way apéro and those lunches just go on for hours and although it takes some getting used to, I actually like the way shops are closed on Sundays too.
ReplyDeleteWho the hell could blame you?! Forgiven and that table looked damned perfect to me
ReplyDeleteDamnit, I want that Sunday too! Alas, no sun, no garden, no wine... c'est la vie!
ReplyDeleteFrench Sunday sounds heavenly!
ReplyDeleteIt's little things like this that will ease your transition back into US life. Lovely idea. x
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The chips and salsa get me every time ;) Glad to see things are sunshines and rainbows!
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of having French Sundays to keep the homesickness at bay! Once I return to the States for good, maybe I'll steal your idea and implement "Spanish Sundays" :)
ReplyDeleteDon't ever, ever give up French Sundays! One day a week has to be special.
ReplyDeletethat sounds like the BEST Sunday! can I institute French Sundays in my house too?
ReplyDeleteYou must be in NB. I love NB. My in-laws used to live there!
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