So inadvertantly, I plug into the next blog and I am in France. Which brings me to cooking. The two are inseparable in my mind.
My husband made a vat of vichysoisse. I give him credit for being a fantastic cook, and he does me for being his willing victim.
Today his jazz band is rehearsing in my living room...actually they always rehearse here because we have (are) the piano. And they are all so good. No not good, great. I look forward to hearing them while I paint... upstairs. It is always a pleasure.
Good soup, good music, good art. Sounds like a great day.