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Okay we have a lot of ground to cover so get yourselves some drinks before I begin.
Let's first start off with Le Divorce A Merchant/Ivory film. Normally the duo is responsible for long frock films where everyone is painfully gorgeous and painfully repressed. Often you have Helena Bonham Carter looking off into the distance filled with pathos and suffering. I dig that sort of thing. I also like big hats.
This time instead of big hats, we have expensive purses. Which I like as well. The story based on the novel is this jumbled cream puff of a story about a young lady who comes to Paris to live with her pregnant sister just as the pregnant sister has her husband walk out on her. Already we are having some fun. They are Americans, filled too easily with emotion and just don't quite understand the French way of doing things. For the French everything is novelty. You can discuss the sordid affairs of people around you and in the news, but you can not discuss money. It is the opposite of the American national character in many respects. Everyone likes denial, just at different times. So we follow their adventures. Though to be more accurate we follow the adventures of Kate Hudson's character as she falls into the culture and takes to everything with ease. Her character isn't terribly well developed, but she is a lot of fun.
I think the whole movie can be summed up that way. Not terribly filled with depth, not very well-rounded out or smartly put together, but you enjoy yourself because the scenery is pretty, the food looks good and there are some very good actors doing their best with very little. Again...much like the French. *laughs at her own cheap joke*
Okay..This is definitely a girl film. But most Merchant/Ivory films are girl films. beautiful men falling inlove with beautiful woman and somehow at the last minute everything comes together, even if there are a great many loose holes in the plot.
"of course"
Before Andrew and I enjoyed the dessert we call the movie we went to the country garden bistro We have had dinner there before hand and it is always so difficult to leave, because you can barely move. It may seem expensive at first glance, but they give you everything under the sun. It is the grandness of the french meal where you don't rush. You spend hours tasting everything and talking and eating and talking and some more eating and then you find at the end of the meal you are a walrus and need to be carted out.
The service is absolutely delightful and personable. I started off with the garden green salad and goat cheese toasts. I do think they over-do the dressing and I think that is my own personal taste. I want to be able to taste the greens, not just the oil and vinegar. The goat cheese toast is always thick, soft and exciting with the variety of herbs on top. One could almost stop there and be full. Andrew had the crab cakes with lobster sauce.
Lobster sauce ended up playing a nice theme in that evening's dinner. I have decided I wouldn't mind eating a big bowl filled with the stuff. Sure I may pass out at some point, but I would be happy as anything.
The crabcakes were sweet and salty all at once. Rich is definitely the word to describe them. We then had the soup. A potato leek. I am finding I don't care for their soups. They do have lovely flavors, but it seems so....dull at the same time. I think I may skip the soup next time. The potato leek was very disappointing. It took away from the meal.
It was like looking at Gaugain's and then stopping to look at a Paint by Number's picture. It detracted from the meal.
Then onto the main course. I had the poached salmon with prawns and lobster sauce, which I must admit is so over the top and decadent I expected the Caligula to serve it on a bed of hard young men.
It came with vegetables but they felt more like garnish.
I was too easily seduced by the fish. It was sweet, flaky and filled with such flavor. I was easily seduced.
I kept eating even after I was uncomfortably full. I couldn't have enough. I felt a secret desire to lick my plate. I held back. For Andrew's sake.
He had the veal cooked in marsala wine and cheese.
He said it was almost too much and he almost felt ashamed when he couldn't finish it. (he never takes anything home, but he did this one time) It was eden for him. Meat and cheese and more meat and cheese with wine. A happier man couldn't be found.
We have yet to try the desserts. Next time we shall make it our mission. Somehow. Maybe the restaurant has a vomitorium. We can play I, Claudius or something afterwards.
....
Now for my on-going series of Men who make me weak in the knees
This time I would like to give the award to Alan Rickman This man could do a commercial for a Rental Agency and I would want to jump the television.
Not only does he possess acting chops, he has a certain look about him that makes me so giddy with excitement, sometimes I have to be removed from the room.
Even as Snape he has an appealing sexual quality. Some of you may find that odd, but stick with me. He has it going on for him.
I need a drink of water now...*shudders*
I should mention, Andrew and I each have a list of five famous people we are allowed to sleep with and no objections will be made on the part of the other person. I know it sounds silly but one needs to discuss this.
Alan Rickman is on that list. Yes we can admit to the fact that he is old enough to be my father, but Sean Connery is on that list too. (no I don't have a father complex, I just like hot men from the British Isles)
I think part of his appeal is that voice of his. It is so deep, and definite. He just comes across as an intelligent sort. Nothing gets me hotter then someone who is intelligent. It makes my head feel funny and I often lose the ability to speak. Which isn't helpful when I attempt to talk to someone.(that is why I have a thing for physicists)
So kudos to Alan Rickman. brains, seething appeal, and acting ability.
Delish.
In other cheerful news, I got my request to take off most of the Christmas season to go off to England with the most super amazing man on earth (no not Alan Rickman...this time) and to the Florida Keys. My manager was very hip about the whole thing. I said in my written request, "I could use the pity card and point out that I have had to work the day before Christmas and the day after since I started working when I was fifteen years old" they thought it was funny.
Humour...it gets stuff you want.
That should be on a t-shirt.
I have cooked anything interesting as of late. But let me think I might come up with something interesting before the weekend.
Okay, is everyone still with me? Anyone dehydrated after this post?
Get some water.
Oh yes...and some very lovely people I know just became engaged. Congratulations to them. They are soooo unbelievably darling they make Andrew and I look like Methodists.
Let's first start off with Le Divorce A Merchant/Ivory film. Normally the duo is responsible for long frock films where everyone is painfully gorgeous and painfully repressed. Often you have Helena Bonham Carter looking off into the distance filled with pathos and suffering. I dig that sort of thing. I also like big hats.
This time instead of big hats, we have expensive purses. Which I like as well. The story based on the novel is this jumbled cream puff of a story about a young lady who comes to Paris to live with her pregnant sister just as the pregnant sister has her husband walk out on her. Already we are having some fun. They are Americans, filled too easily with emotion and just don't quite understand the French way of doing things. For the French everything is novelty. You can discuss the sordid affairs of people around you and in the news, but you can not discuss money. It is the opposite of the American national character in many respects. Everyone likes denial, just at different times. So we follow their adventures. Though to be more accurate we follow the adventures of Kate Hudson's character as she falls into the culture and takes to everything with ease. Her character isn't terribly well developed, but she is a lot of fun.
I think the whole movie can be summed up that way. Not terribly filled with depth, not very well-rounded out or smartly put together, but you enjoy yourself because the scenery is pretty, the food looks good and there are some very good actors doing their best with very little. Again...much like the French. *laughs at her own cheap joke*
Okay..This is definitely a girl film. But most Merchant/Ivory films are girl films. beautiful men falling inlove with beautiful woman and somehow at the last minute everything comes together, even if there are a great many loose holes in the plot.
"of course"
Before Andrew and I enjoyed the dessert we call the movie we went to the country garden bistro We have had dinner there before hand and it is always so difficult to leave, because you can barely move. It may seem expensive at first glance, but they give you everything under the sun. It is the grandness of the french meal where you don't rush. You spend hours tasting everything and talking and eating and talking and some more eating and then you find at the end of the meal you are a walrus and need to be carted out.
The service is absolutely delightful and personable. I started off with the garden green salad and goat cheese toasts. I do think they over-do the dressing and I think that is my own personal taste. I want to be able to taste the greens, not just the oil and vinegar. The goat cheese toast is always thick, soft and exciting with the variety of herbs on top. One could almost stop there and be full. Andrew had the crab cakes with lobster sauce.
Lobster sauce ended up playing a nice theme in that evening's dinner. I have decided I wouldn't mind eating a big bowl filled with the stuff. Sure I may pass out at some point, but I would be happy as anything.
The crabcakes were sweet and salty all at once. Rich is definitely the word to describe them. We then had the soup. A potato leek. I am finding I don't care for their soups. They do have lovely flavors, but it seems so....dull at the same time. I think I may skip the soup next time. The potato leek was very disappointing. It took away from the meal.
It was like looking at Gaugain's and then stopping to look at a Paint by Number's picture. It detracted from the meal.
Then onto the main course. I had the poached salmon with prawns and lobster sauce, which I must admit is so over the top and decadent I expected the Caligula to serve it on a bed of hard young men.
It came with vegetables but they felt more like garnish.
I was too easily seduced by the fish. It was sweet, flaky and filled with such flavor. I was easily seduced.
I kept eating even after I was uncomfortably full. I couldn't have enough. I felt a secret desire to lick my plate. I held back. For Andrew's sake.
He had the veal cooked in marsala wine and cheese.
He said it was almost too much and he almost felt ashamed when he couldn't finish it. (he never takes anything home, but he did this one time) It was eden for him. Meat and cheese and more meat and cheese with wine. A happier man couldn't be found.
We have yet to try the desserts. Next time we shall make it our mission. Somehow. Maybe the restaurant has a vomitorium. We can play I, Claudius or something afterwards.
....
Now for my on-going series of Men who make me weak in the knees
This time I would like to give the award to Alan Rickman This man could do a commercial for a Rental Agency and I would want to jump the television.
Not only does he possess acting chops, he has a certain look about him that makes me so giddy with excitement, sometimes I have to be removed from the room.
Even as Snape he has an appealing sexual quality. Some of you may find that odd, but stick with me. He has it going on for him.
I need a drink of water now...*shudders*
I should mention, Andrew and I each have a list of five famous people we are allowed to sleep with and no objections will be made on the part of the other person. I know it sounds silly but one needs to discuss this.
Alan Rickman is on that list. Yes we can admit to the fact that he is old enough to be my father, but Sean Connery is on that list too. (no I don't have a father complex, I just like hot men from the British Isles)
I think part of his appeal is that voice of his. It is so deep, and definite. He just comes across as an intelligent sort. Nothing gets me hotter then someone who is intelligent. It makes my head feel funny and I often lose the ability to speak. Which isn't helpful when I attempt to talk to someone.(that is why I have a thing for physicists)
So kudos to Alan Rickman. brains, seething appeal, and acting ability.
Delish.
In other cheerful news, I got my request to take off most of the Christmas season to go off to England with the most super amazing man on earth (no not Alan Rickman...this time) and to the Florida Keys. My manager was very hip about the whole thing. I said in my written request, "I could use the pity card and point out that I have had to work the day before Christmas and the day after since I started working when I was fifteen years old" they thought it was funny.
Humour...it gets stuff you want.
That should be on a t-shirt.
I have cooked anything interesting as of late. But let me think I might come up with something interesting before the weekend.
Okay, is everyone still with me? Anyone dehydrated after this post?
Get some water.
Oh yes...and some very lovely people I know just became engaged. Congratulations to them. They are soooo unbelievably darling they make Andrew and I look like Methodists.
