Our intrepid traveler, Food Gypsy Editor, Astrid DesLandes (aka: The French Girl) is just returned from gallivanting though the French countryside.
Originally from Marseille, France, currently residing in Calgary, AB Canada, Astrid is our source for fashion advice and Gluten Free cooking. (We look forward to her posts on all things yummy and… ‘sans gluten’.)
Back again to Calgary where it’s still 2*C as opposed to France where it is 24*C (as she was mighty quick to point out) — turns out, in her travels Astrid enjoyed more than just wine in bottles. (Who knew!) Sening us a message in a bottle.
A note from our French Girl on the topic of shiny bottles. A bit of fun from France on Fun Friday.
The Wonderful Things that Come in Bottles
~by Astrid DesLandes, Photo credit: Astrid DesLandes
Since I have arrived in France, I’ve been noticing bottles. How could you not, you’ll say, it’s France, and there’s wine! And wine comes in bottles.
I have had a love affair with bottles since I was a young girl; being fascinated by them, collecting them, and cherishing them. When living with my grand parents in the Landes region of France, sitting by the river side, I would launch upon the waves, old wine bottles, filled with scribbled messages of friendship and hope to unknown and faraway friends.
I would sit there for hours, dreaming of all the wonderful places my bottles would travel to. I would imagine the look of wonder and surprise on the face of this mysterious friend who would find the bottle and open it with great expectations.
When it was time to go back to the house for dinner, I would walk the path to the front door, delineated in the sandy soil, by two wobbly rows of old wine bottles planted upside down, so that only a couple of inches would stick out. Wavy, dotted lines of green and white sparkle. In the house, the table was set, and on it, the lone bottle of simple country red wine shone in deep hues of red and purple, in the glow of the fire place.
A few days ago, at my brother’s restaurant in Carry-le-Rouet, I noticed the bottles again. Tall thin, colourful, joyous bottles of artisanal vinegars, with exotic names such as Green Apple or Mango Pulp, gleaming in the soft lights surrounding us.
Their contents awakening our palates and senses to unexpected flavours. A message of taste and colours sent for our discovery by an unknown friend.