Frommage

A week or two ago we had raclette for supper (melt cheese – pour over potatoes – eat – feel your stomach fill and arteries clog)

Delicious.

We drove up to a cremerie – a small farm where the man makes his own cheese / yogurt etc.  The kids play with the bunnies in the cages (and we don’t tell them why a farmer has so many bunnies) and we pick out some cheese.  Just tell the man: “raclette for X number of people” (even tell him how many adults and how many kids) and he sells you the right amount of cheese. This time we bought one chunck of traditional raclette cheese, and a blue cheese.  (you can see above that the boys each have an affinity for one type)

I often say that my goal in living here is to eat my body weight in dairy products on a weekly basis… I"m pretty sure I met my quota early that week.

Frommage


A week or two ago we had raclette for supper (melt cheese – pour over potatoes – eat – feel your stomach fill and arteries clog)

Delicious.

We drove up to a cremerie – a small farm where the man makes his own cheese / yogurt etc.  The kids play with the bunnies in the cages (and we don’t tell them why a farmer has so many bunnies) and we pick out some cheese.  Just tell the man: “raclette for X number of people” (even tell him how many adults and how many kids) and he sells you the right amount of cheese. This time we bought one chunck of traditional raclette cheese, and a blue cheese.  (you can see above that the boys each have an affinity for one type)

I often say that my goal in living here is to eat my body weight in dairy products on a weekly basis… I”m pretty sure I met my quota early that week.

Going for Eggs

One of the great things about living outside of the city – and especially living here – is proximity to nature.  Not only are we close to forests, mountains etc – but there is a small farmer just across the field.  Thus – when we have enough time for the children to spend to get a dozen eggs- it’s perfect.

It is the kind of farm that you read about in children’s books – but rarely see much anymore back in Canada. A couple who live in a farmhouse – and have: sheep, rabbits, dogs, hens, roosters, ducks, horses, peacocks etc. (yes peacocks – that you definitely  don’t see much of on Canadian farms)  No massive operation. No specialization into only one animal as it would be more efficient.  Just two people who live on a farm in the mountains – raise their animals (and also make their own liquor from various plants – but that’s another story)  Nothing is particularly penned up- mostly the animals are wandering around their farmyard.

These pictures are were taken a few weeks ago when the kids and I walked down to get some eggs.  After we spent probably 10 minutes wandering down to the farm – and 20 more getting a full tour by “the farmers wife” (that’s all I know her as) – it turns out there were only 6 eggs in the chicken coop.  She insisted we didn’t pay her as there were so few. So we put them in the carton we brought – and headed home.

Strange that a trip to go get eggs seemed like it accomplished so much even though we only came back home probably 45 minutes later with a half-dozen eggs.

Efficiency is highly over-rated.

Going for Eggs



One of the great things about living outside of the city – and especially living here – is proximity to nature.  Not only are we close to forests, mountains etc – but there is a small farmer just across the field.  Thus – when we have enough time for the children to spend to get a dozen eggs- it’s perfect.

It is the kind of farm that you read about in children’s books – but rarely see much anymore back in Canada. A couple who live in a farmhouse – and have: sheep, rabbits, dogs, hens, roosters, ducks, horses, peacocks etc. (yes peacocks – that you definitely  don’t see much of on Canadian farms)  No massive operation. No specialization into only one animal as it would be more efficient.  Just two people who live on a farm in the mountains – raise their animals (and also make their own liquor from various plants – but that’s another story)  Nothing is particularly penned up- mostly the animals are wandering around their farmyard.

These pictures are were taken a few weeks ago when the kids and I walked down to get some eggs.  After we spent probably 10 minutes wandering down to the farm – and 20 more getting a full tour by “the farmers wife” (that’s all I know her as) – it turns out there were only 6 eggs in the chicken coop.  She insisted we didn’t pay her as there were so few. So we put them in the carton we brought – and headed home.

Strange that a trip to go get eggs seemed like it accomplished so much even though we only came back home probably 45 minutes later with a half-dozen eggs.

Efficiency is highly over-rated.

Location, Location, Location.

So we have been trying to find a place to rent for about a month and a half now – with little success (OK – NO success).  

UPDATE: since I started writing this we have now indeed found a place – (we hope) will update with details etc when we have them.

One of the problems is that we look dangerous.  Well – not ‘dangerous’ per se – but risky. Whenever you go to a agency to find a place they will expect: last 3 pay slips, last years taxes, copy of your national ID card, copies of your last electric bill, your maternal grand-mothers grade 1 report card, and a vial of unicorn tears.  Since we lack a good number of those things – we were finally told by one agent “don’t bother coming back.”

Even after we got a French friend to graciously agree to be our garant (guarantor) we were still told: “OK – so you now meet some sort of minimum threshold -but if anyone else also applies, we’ll take them before you”

There also seems to be a strange void in the housing available around our village: there are plenty of small 1 & 2 bedroom apartments, and then a number of really large houses.  It doesn’t seem like there is so much in the middle – which is what we need.

Oh well – the seats in our Zafira fold flat, and it doesn’t get TOO cold here at night, so…


NOTE: ‘location’ is French for ‘rental’