By Julia Westhoff
Mon dieu, what a week. A huge grant proposal due, an extremely unhappy 15 month old, and a round of fall colds left this mama feeling a little frazzled. Okay, a lot frazzled. A “blubbering mess that can only be helped by a free makeover at the Nordstrom’s makeup counter” kind of frazzled (Hello, orange lipstick! I am too old to be wearing you, but I will anyway!).
But amazingly, in spite of the stress and the screaming and the sore throats, there was some bliss to be had around the dinner table. The strangely effortless bliss that comes from warming a good loaf of bread, tossing a simple salad, and heating some soup. There were even candles! Lighted ones! We felt so sophisticated, so romantic and très, très French.
I’m sure the Frenchiness was in part due to the procurement of the potato leek soup from the new French Market in the Village Shops, owned by the wonderful folks from Café Provence. The soup was delicious, as was the mustard salad dressing that we tossed with our greens. The bread was Farm to Market, and was paired with Shatto butter, sliced radishes and sea salt (that might be one of my favorite combinations of all time). These meals were so composed, so beautiful, and so delicious, I think even Julia Child would have approved.
Although I’m not sure what she would have thought about using bamboo skewers to roast mini marshmallows over candle flame for dessert. But she didn’t have a 3 year old.