from glace cafe to mustard on rice

this was my descent in the last 48 hours from my stay in Mandelieu-la-Napoule. A fine dinner, where good cheese is always an option for dessert; a too-late noisette; 3 50cl bottles of Badoit, then 16 hours or so of airplane/airport/airplane food (sole victory there was being mistaken for real Dutch at Schipol for my pronunciation of kaasbroodje). Then this evening, after a day with my much missed son, I saw my husband put 3 tbsp of dijon mustard on a bowl of cold jasmine rice, along with some brown TJ salad dressing. I wondered when I would be able to return to France.

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