

We don’t have a bakery in the village, but we can buy high-quality, locally-baked bread at the épicerie and tabac. Most people we know continue to buy fresh bread every day or two, but some stock it up in their freezer to avoid frequent trips to the baker’s, and a few use industrial pain de mie on a daily basis. Eating this type of bread with cheese is a sad state of affairs, but I do keep it on hand to make toast on the mornings when we have run out of fresh bread.
True pain de mie, however, has nothing to do with the above loaf. It is a light, slightly sweet bread made with flour, yeast, sugar, and milk and tastes something like a brioche.






Yesterday December 14th we celebrated Celine and Joren's wedding in Paris, in the same Townhall as Jean-Louis and I got married 32 years ago.
Celine is my daughter, and the happy owner of Tao (aka Taocito) the friendly bichon you have seen often in this blog. Celine and Joren, who live in Amsterdam, wanted to get married in the city of lights, and Joren's family accepted to come to Paris for the event.
I had arranged a city tour in a private van after the Civil Ceremony for Joren's family to enjoy their stay in the city; the time spent together was fun and the city decorations and lights a great gift for all of us - in spite of the heavy traffic at 6 pm.
Then we all came home for a cocktail: Champagne a go go, and canapés and verrines from Lucullus, a well known caterer in rue d'Auteuil.


