Creperie Ty Baron

Creperie Ty Baron

by Rasmenia Comment Closed
Wandering around Brittany looking at trees, rocks & assorted Merlin memorabilia works up an appetite.  I was beginning to feel the familiar sensation of my stomach wrapping itself around my spine, as it usually does just before my body begins to digest itself.Our eyes were beginning to get that glazed look that one gets just as they begin to consider cannibalism.All right, enough of the sightseeing shit.  We needed food.  Preferably vast amounts of crepes, dripping with cheese & meat.After driving around in what seemed like endless circles in the middle of freaking nowhere, we finally saw the sign.We checked the clock on the dashboard.  It was only 6:50pm.  We'd have to wait 10 minutes.  No problem.  My body likely wouldn't reach the advanced stages of auto digestion for at least a half an hour.As soon as the clock flipped to 7pm, we were through the door.  The place was empty, just as one would expect it to be.  The...
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Damn…Two Years Already?

Damn…Two Years Already?

by Rasmenia Comment Closed
It feels like it was only about a week ago that Olivier & I were being bombarded by all of that fucking rice.But...it was two years ago already. Damn.The traditional gift for the 2nd anniversary is cotton. Fucking cotton? Whatever. It's true that I really would like to have my own special room filled with nothing but cotton balls just so that I could jump in it like a giant, silent pile of leaves...but Olivier is always throwing that phrase "it's not practical" at me whenever I come up with brilliant ideas like that.So, no cotton ball room...but, I was actually coaxed out of the house by promises of delicious Greek cuisine. I had completely forgotten how much I hate shoes & pants. Olivier was a walking snot-faucet & had himself all jacked-up on cold medicine...No, really...he was sick. I'm sure that you're thinking it was the past couple of years that gave...
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Absinthe, Art & a Spiny Devil

Absinthe, Art & a Spiny Devil

by Rasmenia Comment Closed
La fée verte. The green fairy. Absinthe.No one is quite certain as to the details of its origin, but absinthe was made famous here in France. Of course, it had a little help from guys like Picasso......and my personal favorite, Degas.There are plenty more, but you get the idea.Many people, when they think of absinthe, automatically think of Paris somewhere around the late 19th century or early 20th century.Maybe other people think of this movie.For most people, absinthe conjures up images of artists, writers, bohemians...Paris cafés and cabarets.I doubt that there are many people who associate absinthe with this.What the hell is that? Well, that is Eurycantha Horrida. But, you can call him Spiny Devil Walking Stick. Doesn't he look delicious? Imagine Spiny marinating in a nice bottle of absinthe for who knows how long.Nope. I'm not jerking you around. It's true. For the low price of only $156.66 (€107.15), you can have this:Personally, I don't understand the appeal. If...
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The Bouillabaisse Binge

The Bouillabaisse Binge

by Rasmenia Comment Closed
Okay... most people are aware of the fact that the food here in France is fucking incredible. I mean, they can even make this nasty, slimy thing taste good.Naturally, if you head down south toward the Mediterranean coast, there are countless places serving seafood. Fresh seafood. Since I'm from Colorado, which happens to be a bit inland, I tend to get over-excited about eating seafood that didn't have to travel on an airplane, or that isn't being served at the Red Lobster.There is one place in La Grande Motte that my husband I & like to go to - they have an awesome bouillabaisse there. You have to order it earlier that day, or the day before because it takes that long for them to make it just for you.In case you don't know, bouillabaisse is just a type of soup that is made with different kinds of fish & shellfish.So, we get to the restaurant...we have some wine...... &...
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Thankful for Pre-Packaged American Goodness

by Rasmenia Comment Closed
Last year, Olivier & I flew back to Colorado for Thanksgiving. This year, we decided that we would spend Christmas & New Year's in the U.S. & would spend Thanksgiving in France.What I always find amusing is the Americans who think that there is Thanksgiving in France. When someone asks me, "So...is there a Thanksgiving in France?" or, "What do they do for Thanksgiving in France?" I have the urge to throw books at them for being so ignorant of the history of their holidays.Yeah...American holiday. Look into it.But, I digress.Funny enough, there is Thanksgiving in Paris - among the community of Yanks that are living here. Several restaurants offer a Thanksgiving dinner as long as you've made reservations well in advance.But...I just can't do it. Really, I don't see anything wrong with eating a holiday dinner in a restaurant, but it's bad enough that my mother isn't cooking the food. I'd rather not be fed my holiday meal by...
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Sand ‘N Bake

by Rasmenia Comment Closed
I had a craving for pork chops. I don't know why, but I needed pork chops & it was sure that I would not rest until that need was fulfilled.What I was really craving was pork chops with Shake 'N Bake. I really love that stuff. Only one problem: no Shake 'N Bake in France.Ok, no need to panic. I've gotten used to substituting, improvising & recreating due to the fact that a great number of things that I love to eat & cook with are nonexistent in this country."It shall be done." I declared to no one. "I will create my very own Shake 'N Bake...the likes of which have not yet been tasted by mortal men."I set to work at once. I began throwing ingredients into a zip lock bag with wild abandon. A little flour, some breadcrumbs...some choice herbs & spices: a little salt, some pepper...some fresh thyme that...
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