Strasbourg Life

Here are a few meals I’ve made over the last few days:

All fresh market purchases: spinach, red pepper, and mango salad (in a white wine dressing), bruschetta made by me on some artisnal bread, and garlic eggplants wrapped around roasted peppers and rockfort cheese with basil.
Spaghetti tossed in a white wine, cherry tomato, and chevre (goat cheese) sauce, and then some lightly cooked spinach thrown in at the end.
Moroccan carrots (a favourite dish of Jordan that I tried for the first time), Alsacian flam with the best caramelized onions of all time, fig, goat cheese, arugula (rocket) salad, and drizzled with balsamic glaze.
This particular meal received the comment: “I could honestly eat these two things, every day, for the rest of my life.”

And there is nothing quite like walking to the terrace of a brasserie and relaxing with some Rosé for the evening. Even Rukia has taken to French life, being exceptionally behaved while at the terrace, and walking off leash through the city, trotting along happily. Strasbourg looks good on her.

Honestly, it is still difficult to believe that I’m back in and building a life in France. When I was taking the train from Strasbourg to Paris (to get Rukia), I was reminded of the beauty of Europe. Farm land, beautiful, old farm houses, medieval towns scattered along random hillsides… I fall more and more in love with what this country shows me.

We are planning to go to Colmar tomorrow, which is part of the Alsace region and about an hour drive away. It looks absolutely stunning. I can’t wait for our first family weekend.

As for tonight; dinner out for Shabbat at a vegan restaurant down the block. Shabbat shalom, friends.




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