“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet.” William Shakespeare
I have spoken before about the very different varieties of fruit and vegetables available here in France then in the UK (and also of the ones which are readily available in the UK that I cannot find at all – purple tender stalk broccoli for one – and I have only really had easy access to parsnips in the last two years) I have also spoken about the seasonal cycle which fruit and veg follow here also.
I just finished mourning the end of the fig season (see my post ‘I do give a fig’), to await with eager anticipation the arrival of ‘Kaki’ fruit. What! I hear you all declare – I agree, not the most enticing of names, but a truly wonderful discovery.
These gorgeous orange/yellow giant rosehips are both pretty on the outside and in, with a lovely sun like pattern on the inside that reminds me of a firework exploding in the sky.
They taste somewhere between a peach and a pear and I use them in fruit salads, zap them, if they are a little over ripe, with crème fraiche to make a delicious mousse, and caramelise with butter.
I would call them ‘sunshine’ fruit as I think that this is a much more attractive name and suits them much better…..but as the man said – ‘what’s in a name’………
Speaking of sunshine, or ‘Sunrise and Sunset’, to form another tenuous link with a title, our apartment is in a lovely 1930’s building sandwiched between the lovely river Marne and the Bois de Vincennes.
Granted there are other, more modern, less attractive apartment buildings masking some of the view of the river at the back, and the very convenient, but not very glamourous station right in front. But when I am sitting on my sofa, or at my dining table then all I can see are trees and sky (or if lying on my bed, just sky!)
It is the sky that is the icing on the cake for me living here (apart from the centre of Paris being 20 minutes away by a direct train from the said station!)
I regularly wake to a bedroom bathed in coral as the sun rises in the east, and each evening I have the ‘best seats in the house’ to watch the ever changing sky as she sets again in the west. I have never seen such a dazzling display of light and colour, especially when there are moody clouds hovering over the treetops.
It is breath-taking, and I frequently abandon my dinner or a program on the television and click away with my camera capturing image after image – I have literally hundreds of them – but won’t subject you to them all……..
As I am one of the least technical people in the world, none of these photos have been ‘photoshopped’ and what you get is what I see.