they say either, c’est speed! or c’est rapide!
no “oh it was a really quick weekend”
just simply, c’etait speed! c’etait rapide!
and that’s the perfect way to describe your weekend in alsace. two weeks ago.
it was rapide. as there is a subtle difference between rapide and speed, rapide being less intensive than speed.
and then you leave. goodbye strasbourg.
the mountains. the countryside. the best.
here, the nearest neighbor is five kilometers away.
here, you really learn about the alsatian culture.
but part of the vosges mountain range dips into alsace region.
and there’s also a place des vosges in paris.
confusing? then you’ve got hautes vosges and the grand ballon.
and haut-rhin. bas-rhin. then you accidently start mixing in the rhône. and then you throw in the alps since you’ve got the rhône.
and then you stop. it’s too confusing. french geography without maps or visual aids is not your thing!
same thing as a girl from a city of six million who is now in the mountains of france with a population of… five.
“have you tried cancoillote yet? it’s not from alsace but it’s good.”
and you never say no.
and before anybody has a chance to respond, containers of frozen mushrooms suddenly appear.
mushrooms. from the mountains. picked and frozen in the summer and defrosted in the winter for a soup. a soup of nothing but champignons, cream, milk, and spices. a soup that made you wish you lived in les montagnes as well.
repeat. but with blueberries. wild ones frozen and defrosted for a quick blueberry tart.
if you understood (and remember) correctly – the walls of the carafe are thick and heavy so the water retains it’s temperature.
aka smoked duck breast.
eat it. eat it. eat it. eat it.
and hope that the person never stops slicing pieces for you.
it’s that good.
a salad is quickly brought together.
note the green stem of the wine glasses.
if you ever see a wine glass like that, know that those glasses are only for white wines from alsace.
anything else is a catastrophe. a wine from bordeaux? no. a wine from burgundy? no. a wine not from france? don’t even think about it.
but that rule is broken. accidently. but that’s a secret, okay?
wikipedia explains it better.
on mange à la bonne franquette is the phrase you learn. it’s how you eat when you aren’t expecting guests. you bring out everything that’s edible in the fridge, pile it on the table, and eat. no planning. no prepping. no fuss. just getting together and eating.