Our holidays are often spent in the south of France. This is where MrintheKitchen’s family lives, in the Provence, near the Mediterranean Sea. Lucky us, as we get to stay at his sister’s house (from where we can see the sea) who has a nice pool and so we get to lay by their poolside every summer.
But, before we get to relax, we first have to get there. It’s about 900 km (560 miles) from Paris, so a good day of driving. Which I don’t mind, but MrintheKitchen does. Don’t ask me why (hello! road trip = fun in my book). Last time we went there, I figured some relaxing music would help. Just golden oldies, the ones that you can sing along with without thinking. And nothing depressing, after a bad experience we had (or he had, I was singing along as usual) listening to the best of Herman van Veen on our way to the south. Most of you won’t know Herman van Veen, he sings in Dutch, has pretty poetic lyrics, and often sad melodies. I like it, but MrintheKitchen still describes it as ‘the most depressing car trip ever’. I guess it doesn’t help if you don’t understand a word of Dutch.
For our latest trip, I tucked all the depressing stuff far away, and got some retro music in the iStore. Now here’s a confession, I don’t think I’m known for my excellent taste in music. I like to describe it as eclectic, but that’s just a euphemism for a mixture of seventies glitter and eighties pop. I tend to stick to what I’ve heard since I was a kid. My iPod was thus filled with the very best of Toto, Fleetwood Mac and the Four Tops (that’s right, I’m not afraid of the sixties either!).
Can you imagine my surprise when I found out that Fleetwood Mac is not at all known in France? The people I asked (all over 40) had never heard of Fleetwood Mac. (However, I’ve made very sure at least one French man knows them now. After a day in la voiture with me, he was singing ‘Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies’ for days.) I should not have been that surprised, actually. It’s been a few years since I found out that no one over here has a clue about who John Denver is, whose tape my parents played over and over again on our holidays, while me and my sisters on the back seat were singing about leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when we’ll be back again (“What is a jet plane anyway?” Sadly, an elementary question that no French kid ever asks).
I’ll have another chance of making things right, and choosing the perfect music, because in a few days we’ll be heading south again. Any tips?
For now, I’m getting in the holiday mood by making easy yogurt ice cream. And since I have bikinis to fit in, I made the healthier kind with nothing but Greek yogurt, honey and fresh fruit. Real easy to prepare and if you fancy, you can replace the blueberries by any other fruit you like.
- 5 tbsp greek yogurt
- 2 tsp honey
- 2 handfuls blueberries
- Mix the ingredients together with a spoon
- Spoon in the glasses and tap them on the kitchen counter to get rid of air bubbles
- Place a wooden ice cream stick in the middle and place in your freezer
- Let them freeze until solid, this will take about 4-5 hours
- Take them out of the freezer and dip the bottom of the glas in some warm water
- Gently turn the wooden stick and the ice cream will come out easily