|A charlotte aux fruits rouges. It tastes even better than it looks. You see the size of the about to be served piece? Mine was half of that. Learning those hard, hard lessons about portion control. . .|
Sunday lunch in France is the traditional moment in the week when families and friends come together to have a delicious meal.
Maybe it’s because Sunday seems leisurely here, we enjoy taking the time to prepare and linger over a lovely meal. Few stores are open, except in the mornings, which eliminates one American pastime for Sunday afternoons. The markets are, especially this time of year, brimming with perfect fruits and vegetables and searching out just the right ingredients for lunch adds to the pleasure.
|Assuming one’s push lawn mower is well-oiled, it could be used on a Sunday in France.|
Out in the country where we live, we are not allowed to cut our grass on Sundays because of the noise. We may, if we so desire, quietly pull up weeds and trim bushes. All motorized lawn accessories must be stowed until Monday. The idea is that if one would like to have lunch or dinner in the garden, calm reigns.
Now, back to me at my
sparehab facility. Dimanche is Dimanche no matter where one happens to be, which brings me to my Sunday lunch. As I mentioned last week, breakfast includes a croissant.
Today’s lunch was:
Small lettuce salad with vinaigrette
A slice of roast beef.
Three small (very small) boiled potatoes — no butter.
A large serving of steamedharicots verts, those slender, divine green beans I could eat forever. They were sprinkled with parsley, but no better.
A normal serving of Brie.
A petit pain which I never eat because I rarely, if ever, eat bread after breakfast.
AND (!) Charlotte aux fruits rouges for dessert. I measured the piece, 4 1/2 inches long and 1 1/2 inches at its thickest part, then it descended into an unmeasurably small point.
Coffee, tea or herbal tea is served about 20 minutes after lunch, because, as you know, tea and coffee are another course.
Since I am on a regime while here, all my desserts during the week are either fruit or yogurt or both. After the zillions of blood tests I’ve had here and at the clinic in Paris, plus being weighed by one of those scales that provides all sorts of information you never really wanted to know, I need to build up my muscle mass. Therefore the dietician has me on a high protein diet which does not mean all protein. She gives me lots of vegetables as well as smallish servings of legumes.
She and I have an appointment tomorrow to see how things are working out. I’ll let you know and, if you wish, I’ll tell you more about her regime.