Obviously, this is not going to be the only post of what is about to be one of the biggest days of my life. And why a fish picture? Is it an analogy that I’ve caught my special fish in a big, big ocean? The only one for me? Obviously, that’s a yes.
Going away from the metaphor, yes, this fish was also a great catch of the day: fresh bar from Corsica. It was delicious... I made it with the last of the tomatoes, some sweet bell pepper, garlic, olive oil, and crushed provençal olives. Another recipe to come.
So now that I'm officially announcing my engagement to Petit Copain (who has become Mon Fiancé in the last post), what will I call him when we finally get hitched? There’s mari— or husband in French. Or the interesting farm-vocabulary based pet names the French have (my cabbage! my bunny!). One blogger I’m a big fan of sweetly calls her partner “French Husband.”
Well, I have until the end of next July to figure his new nickname out. He's currently upset at me with my ever growing collections of squash and winter root vegetables. Mon Fiancé does appreciate the abundance of potatoes, though.
A lot of things are going on right now. I have victoriously been granted a titre de séjour (a long-stay visa including working rights) that comes with 2 days at OFII-- a half day of testing my knowledge of French language and culture and a full day class on French civics. Many of my friends are suspicious as they were also granted titre de séjours that have never come— only a giant stack of récepissés that promise one day they will actually get that damn plastic card.
I’m used to French bureaucracy. Paperwork and waiting have become my expertise!
New things coming up on the blog include two new interviews with Parisian based artisans (Amahlé, an ethical jewelry brand, and Humphris, an amazing, family-run farm-to-grocery store). This also includes my very, very interesting experience trying to set up a wedding in France without a wedding planner or a French language level beyond B1 (barely intermediate :P)
I have discovered the words for breasts (poitrine), which coincidentally I already knew as I’ve had to use that word to order chicken breasts from the butcher and lace, which is dentelle (and somewhat reminds me of a dental dam every time I hear it... hah!).
Even worse, I’ve turned into bridezilla as I really wanted to try as many options as possible in order to document my experience for other foreign brides/grooms/partners who are planning to get married to a French person in France. It’s a very different process than people who do destination weddings as they usually hire wedding planners or keep it low-key. Nonetheless, it’s so difficult to get married in France, I don’t see how destination couples can do it. In France, you must stay here for 2 months before they allow you to have a wedding. I’m sure there’s a way to get around that. Of you know any tip, let me know!
Other things coming up: more desserts, winter foods (ummm raclette!), and the aforementioned write-up about my wedding planning so far. I think 2017 will be a good year. I just have to start writing about it.
À bientôt, my dear readers!