Sundays in France are made for: mornings in the kitchen and afternoons in the garden. With a possible visit to the vide-grenier [garage sale] and a few drinks at a café.
We started early today. With pancakes and enough lattes to keep us awake for the day. Fast-forward to the vide-grenier where I found a set of cute glasses with a straw.
They reminded me of the drink-me potion Heston Blumenthal made for his Alice in Wonderland party. And I’m more than excited to think about everything I’m going to be doing with them.
As soon as I got home after the aforementionned drinks at a café, Aïda begged for a strawberry and banana milkshake.
She’d started making one only to realise we had no vanilla ice-cream in the house.
So I made a milkshake after my own heart. Fruits, milk and ice. Shaped in cubes.
You might call it a smoothie. And it’s a pretty good one.
I don’t think you need any kind of recipe for it. Or one that calls for…
Add a straw and feel like how being en vacances [on holiday] should feel like.