I must admit that I’m not that great at this blogging thing. My enthusiasm for cooking and baking hasn’t translated quite so successfully into good blogging habits. I’m always eager to share my culinary concoctions, yet my commitment to the blog has waxed and waned since restarting it. Clearly, creating my weekly Vietnamese Friday series has not done much to sustain my motivation to post. I also haven’t been so inclined to post recently because I haven’t quite honed my picture taking skills yet. What I cook up in the kitchen is usually pretty tasty, or so says the husband, but any attempts to photograph my food have only resulted in atrocious and unappetizing images, thus, making me reluctant to share.
Just as quickly as the sun breezed through, bathing us with its warm rays and cheer, it appears as though it will be abandoning Paris soon, along with the mass exodus of Frenchies heading to anywhere but here for their month-long respite. July was filled with nothing but chatter about where everyone is going to vacation and when their long awaited departure would be. When asked when I would be taking off, everyone balked when I said that we’re not planning on taking our vacation until la rentrée, which is when everyone has returned to work and students start school again. The idea of not going away during the summer months is a completely foreign idea to the French. Frankly, I’ve never witnessed such a phenomenon back home in the states where everyone takes off for at least three weeks sans blackberries and laptops. Although I’m a big fan of lengthy vacations and I’ve easily adopted this cultural practice, I prefer to travel when it’s not so hot and the airports and train stations aren’t teeming with people.
The initial impetus for creating this blog was to chronical the recipes that my mom has passed down to me over the years. But, thusfar, none of my posts have been about the foods that I have learned to cook from her. So, in an effort to remain true to this original undertaking and to keep myself committed to this blog (sidenote: I have a tendancy to approach new hobbies with intense fervor only to quickly abandon them-hopefully, this isn’t going to be one of those short-lived, fleeting interests), I’ve decided to start a weekly series, vendredi vietnamien, which translates to Vietnamese Fridays. Through this series, I hope to share some of the tasty goodies my mom fed us while growing up, as well as, the dishes that I have picked up from the mister and his maman during my year as an unemployed housewife.