Boys of summer

Our boys of summer are not doing so well in 2019. But it just don't feel like summer is complete without seeing them swing the bat, hearing the hawkers sell their beer, chanting with the crowd.

It sprinkled on us; they closed the roof; I was happy because I don't have to see the CN Tower loom over me. We lost.

Happy to be home

Sophie and I drove home from Kingston along the back roads yesterday, collecting farm produce and farmers market products along the way. So we started our Sunday all together with fresh sticky buns, and fruit and coffee in the backyard. Delightful!

Summer delights

Gourmet cakes

simple salads

cool terrines

fantastic picnics

Courgette flan by Jean

and apple delight on her/Mum's fabulous plates

little (frozen!) savoury tarts on the 1930s china

Northern France  - near Belgium - we had to have mussels!

a crepe sandwich

Flammekuech - a new favourite

huge pancakes on our last night in the Netherlands - though Sophie might have got food poisoning here...

A Sophie & Mum noodle bowl back home

Home is where...

The tomatoes grow 

The dog greets you

Two weeks in le petit village

It was so hot the first days

I picked up this world traveller and rewarded her with madeleines.

We played lots of board and card games for two

We only had 1 market day!!

But a few meals with Jean

Sadly, there was much too much really stressful work...