Celebrating Saint-Jean (Quebec’s national holiday) with friends
These two have to sniff everything new.
Ink, ecoline, watercolour and micron pen
It’s morel time!!!
Nicolas found these two beauties near our house on Tuesday. We were hoping to find more but not luck. We came back with cat food and a lemon pie!
Still, we had “leftover” dried morels from last year so Nico cooked something delicious: pasta with a morel sauce (dried and fresh). The day was saved.
C’est le temps des morilles!
Nicolas a trouvé ces deux petites merveilles près de la maison mardi dernier. On espérait en cueillir plus le lendemain mais la chasse fut infructueuse… Nous sommes revenus avec de la nourriture pour chat et une tarte au citron.
La journée n’a tout de même pas été perdue… Nico nous a préparé quelque chose de délicieux : des pâtes aux morilles fraîches et ce qui nous restait de morilles séchées!
It was my sister’s birthday party on Saturday. It felt good to spend the night with family and friends plus the food was delicious!
Food you inhale, I hope the world never comes to this!
Edible food installations by Jennifer Rubell: “Rubell asks you to engage in a simultaneously creative and destructive act, continually altering the physicality of each installation by touching, drinking, and eating it. You can and must interact with these installations in order to have a meal.“
Is that your kind of exhibition as well?!?
I got sucked into programming this weekend, no time for drawing. Too bad since I had bought some very nice pastel crayons to draw on pebbles. Still, I escaped half an hour here and there. Here are some pictures, hopping from one subject to another in a natural food minded progression.
Well, the next image is not from this Saturday’s mushroom picking, I forgot to take a picture, but it was the same family: Hydnum repandum (Hedgehog mushroom). This is one of my favourites. Nicolas cooked it perfectly, as usual!
And now that we are talking seriously (mushroom), here is a beautiful print that we received a couple of years ago:
Fairy Ring, Amy Ross
It reigns in our kitchen and we are always happy (and a little hungry) when we look at it.