Give a kid a camera and she takes some interesting photos. How did we manage to get four obnoxious kids? Must be carried on the Y chromosome. The kids are managing their summer boredom by making videos, figuring out the self-timer, taking pictures and generally making a mess. Though, they would call their work “games” and “projects.”
It’s not easy raising these monsters, but hopefully they will be capable adults.
Lucy, Otto and Gimpy. Gimpy, one of our meat chooks, hurt his leg so he’s up by the house getting better.
I know I don’t need to tell you that it’s Burger time. I’m very pleased that, at last, I dusted off my grill and got back to what this blog was about. We sold beef burgers to our customers and I thought I should try out our burgers on the BBQ. I’ve only ever tasted them in a hot pan. So we got the grill going to see how our burgers held up.
Someone gave us a classic Weber Grill without legs. The grill is in great condition. I’m not sure what happened to the legs. Sometimes what happened in ‘Nam, stays in ‘Nam. Brent found some bricks with rounded tops that held it steady. I think I shall call our new BBQ “Timmy.”
I’m used to lighting the charcoal with a chimney deal. A bit of paper in the bottom and charcoal on the top. Things get hot…
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Kevin is building something, but it doesn’t matter what.
Zelie is right there helping in anyway possible.
I wasn’t there, so I imagine she is asking a lot of questions ” What’s that? ” … ” What are you doing, Kevin? ” …. ” Why are you doing that, Kevin? ” … “Kevin, look at me! Look what I can do!”
I went down to tell them lunch was ready. Thankfully Kevin is patient with the four-year-olds.
Z loves Kevin. She’s always following him and waking him up and waiting for him to entertain her.
Kevin is leaving soon, but I’m not sure he fully understands the power of Z. We’ll do our best to get you to the airport on time :).
Delivered beef today to Bordeaux. Good fun navigating tourists. Usually it’s the workists, travel to work and back again. But it’s July, so things are different.
Kevin came along which was great. He’s very good with iPod Roulette. A game I play on my own traveling. Spin the wheel, don’t look away for you may hit a ditch, a tree or oncoming truck, click, click and click, then identify what is now playing. 808 State caught us out.
I pointed out the baguette vending machine. The all-nighter of bread shops. This machine supplies baguette to anyone at any time in any state who can handle a few coins and a button.
One delivery sported the most awesome t-shirt. An Ultimate Frisbee team in the states and a damn fine idea. Who doesn’t love the Hoff? For the ‘H’ year, we had a steer named Hoff. He munched away, bringing great beef years later.
Hoff aside, we are still working on the square logo. Our friend offered an example. A way of saying
… we don’t add anything special. No cereals. No anti-juice. just not sure if you are ready for it.
I like the logo idea it brings you back when food was farmed for reals. When meat was offered without plastic wrap. When you knew the name of your farmer.
July, the time of the village parties. In July, we prepare Duck Confit and Fries. … and salad and cheese and the rest. Very hot last night, but with the breeze we managed to keep things moving. 
Guests arrived for a giggle and a drink before dinner. Our kids each drank a can of coke. ’tis the season! They don’t drink Coke very often, so a nice cold “Coca” on a hot day is even better than a treat. 
The confit is prepared in a large round hot plate that has some name in French that escapes me. Though, I’m sure in French it sounds better than “large round hot plate.” I grabbed this rare shot of the villagers “blessing” the Large Round Hot Plate. All arms in, a chant in Gascon before they put the confit into the large round hot plate to be cooked and offered to the village. 
.. that was a joke, I’m think they were testing the temperature. … but it was a funny photo! After the chant, the duck legs go in and they cover with foil. 
The music plays and the confit cooks. This guy had some sort of synth accordion magic going on. He could play Kenny G as well as classic accordion hits. Also 80’s memories for most of the audience, except me. If only he knew Billy Jean. 
A pick-up basketball game erupted with the hungry boys waiting for dinner. 
Gratuitous Z photo demonstrating how cute she is and therefore I must be also this cute. Them there eyes. 
You know that feeling of an ice cold beer on a hot summer day? Now add Peach syrup to that. Think French Heifer Veizen. AAAAaaaah. 
A bit of texting next to the confit. We’re not all that isolated in Kentucky France. 
Good chats before dinner. You can see by the still capture of mouth position, this group does not speak English. There is a lot of passion in those lip positions. Lots of vowels. Consonants tossed out like yesterday’s croissants. If you want to express yourself in France, use your vowels. or shrug. 
Confit about ready. Frites are on. 
Carlos, is ready to serve. 
Everyone seemed to enjoy the meal. We are still working out the timing of the frites, but when the frites arrived, they were great! 
Salad, cheese followed. Then apple tart with ice craem. coffee
and some local Armagnac. 
Then some dancing! 
Even the dogs tucked in to the groove. 
Every once in awhile, I let the kids use my phone. The phone has a camera. As clever as those games are, the kids are WAY more interested in using the camera. Here is what a farm in France looks like from a four-year-old girl’s perspective. I’ll spare you my silly captions. 
