Dear, uh, let’s see, who now, hmm… Argh.

Mary-Noelle — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 09:03:31 +0000

I’m so focused on getting the writing done, filling my life with the good stuff and being a great mom, I don’t even know who to write to. I’m not sure I even have that much to discuss, which just shows that Twitter and Facebook are getting the best of daily whimsical thoughts. Actually, I’m slowly detoxing from FB, as I suddenly remembered I like reading and writing and dissecting movies better than putting up with most people’s spelling mistakes and bitterness. I also realized I keep putting off certain things. So I’ve stepped away from Facebook and gone to the pool for some swimming lessons. Three days in a row.

I can’t feel my body anymore, but I’m going again today. Our yoga instructor having abandoned us for some good old regular vacation (I mean Come ON, he’s not even off to some silent retreat or martial arts seminar! Who leaves their students unattended?), I’ve been left with no other option than to sign up for swimming lessons. And pools are a microcosm in their own right, with rules and unspoken laws and human sharks. More on that later.

I did host a pretty cool Friday night girl dinner (my infamous menstrual dinners), with a simple yet scrumptious menu as a mirror version of my inspiring and inspired all female guest list. Some are recent additions to my life, and some have been around so long that this blog is, after 4 years, is more than familiar with them: Fanny the Pomarium founder, Alice the photographer of inner beauty, “You rock my Life” Marion C., Art and Law student turned gorgeousnotjustrawfoodista expert Marion T., newbies music industry organic oil entrepreneur Alex and soft-spoken South African beauty turned translator Mebrak.

Of course, parts of the menu can be picked up on Mathilde’s blog, Green Dressing. My contribution to what Alka calls Mathilde’s “food porn” being, of course, saturday’s salad, since her new and awesome blog is mostly about salad. I’ll be the good friend that I am and give you my secret salad dressing ingredient. It’s soy sauce. Ha haaaa! That said, nearly everything I’ve been making for the last year has soy sauce and toasted sesame oil in it. And I made perfect quiches to go with the salad, with smoked salmon and fresh shitake mushrooms and spinach. Lots of wine, laughing, giggling, gossiping, brainstorming. And a midnight perfect crime with an Academy Award to Marion C. for beating the egg whites manually so I could make a poppy seed cake . Ha! I heard you test positive when you eat poppy seeds. Guess I won’t make the swim team.

I have 4 days to work on three different projects, nah, make that four, before packing suitcases for Clarisse and I and taking the train to Côte d’Azur bliss, on a hidden hill house, to keep working and writing, albeit by the pool, like a civilized human being I am.

Mad Love,

MND

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