Since I’m in Paris again for another week, I figured I’d title this post in French. I wasn’t sure if I would have time to paint, but then I realized I have no idea what time it really is. Here it’s nearly midnight, but since it’s just my normal time to paint and post and I can’t sleep, I figured I’d go ahead and make something for today’s prompt. Of course, growing up in the States, these little vegetables were called green beans. And unlike the previous two posts, they were a definite favorite. My grandmother’s green beans were cooked soft with oil and tasted rather incredible. Once grown, I realized, they also lost all nutritional value, but that flavor is one of the best memories I have of family gatherings. I tried replicating it as an adult, but never quite got them to taste the same, so went back to the healthier steamed version.
Food is such a wonderful way to connect with family. Getting together to share various culinary treats is always such a pleasure. Here, with my French family, the food shifts to incredible delights that I simply can’t easily get in America. Fabulous flavors that I always miss when I’m gone. Though I’m readily adopting the flavors here, I still find the language incredibly difficult. I’m pleased that I’m understanding more and more, but speaking French for me is a huge challenge. It’s like my mouth was built only to make American sounds and creating the French ones is some form of oral gymnastics that I’m not built to replicate. But I’m still determined to keep trying and hoping that eventually I’ll be able to speak in complete sentences that don’t sound like might actually be understood.
Thankfully, food is a much simpler language to master. It’s a beautiful way to communicate and share moments and memories. Taking a bite of delicious food only requires a knowing glance to create a common connection. It’s a rather amazing thing and, in spite of everything, I’m so grateful to be back with family and having the opportunity to experience it again. Each bite feels like a gift. And each moment is one that I’ll remember forever. Whether it’s a taste of chocolat or plate of les haricots verts, there’s nothing more delicious than these moments of love shared with family.
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Sennelier L’Aquarelle: Olive Green, Phthalo. Green Light, and Ultramarine Deep. Lamy Safari Al Star pen with Platinum Carbon with black ink in a little red cloth hardbound l’aquarelle journal I found in a Paris shop.