Collioure

(Broken French warning!)

Je vais à Collioure en Juin. Dans le sud de France, avec une plage et soleil. Mon amie m'a invité à sa maison de parents, qui déplacé il ya pour été. Seulement un mois à partir de maintenant. J'ai hâte aller!

Baked Camembert

Monday night indulgence. Baked camembert. Molten creamy cheese infused with garlic and rosemary. If you haven't tried it, stick a few slices of raw garlic and sprigs of rosemary into a camembert round. If the wooden case edges are not completely sealed (ie, sides connected with staples), wrap the insides with foil to make sure nothing leaks out while baking. 

Place on a foil lined tray and stick in the oven at 180 degrees for 20 mins. Remove the rosemary springs. Flip off the crust "lid" on top and dip bread, crackers, carrot sticks, steamed broccoli (my fave). The rind itself is delicious too. Don't feel guilty if you eat a whole round to yourself. It's divine!

Bonjour c'est moi, Emma

When I hear French spoken, I eavesdrop. I emulate the lilt and sexy throatiness of the language in my head. In the lift of my tube station, I catch every few words of a French conversation. I'm envious of young French kids because they speak better French than I do. 

Tonight I was waiting for a crepe in my neighbourhood of Hampstead and a girl was chatting to the normally grumpy crepe maker in French. It was a happy conversation and I've never seen "the mean crepe lady" smile before. It intrigued me but I don't know why.

At the first bite of my garlic cheese and mushroom crepe, I had a eureka moment. Since I love all things France. Why not blog about my Francophile moments? I live in an area with French people and I love travelling in France.

Despite the title of this blog, I must clarify I'm not fluent in French. You'll see when every now and then I'll post in my limited but honest French. However I will gushingly and lovingly talk about my French experiences, not matter how small. 

So in a way, I'm a fluent francophile.