Or a touch of cuisine vérité. One of the minor dramas of my life in France is that I have never had a spacious kitchen. Somehow, even though we've always lived in small-to-medium-sized towns, I've always ended up with a Parisian-sized cooking space.
This is partly my own fault. Because of my total lack of interest in the plans for the house we had built here in Aveyron, I lost out on a few square meters of kitchen. I do have a nice deep-blue stove, but things get a little crowded on it.
The photo above shows you a simple Sunday lunch being put together. The oranges have nothing to do with the meal, but I didn't have anywhere else to put them!
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