{"id":1244,"date":"2012-01-19T02:50:55","date_gmt":"2012-01-19T06:50:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thiscontemplativelife.com\/?p=1244"},"modified":"2012-01-19T02:50:55","modified_gmt":"2012-01-19T06:50:55","slug":"like-a-strawberry-milk-youre-my-favourite-flavour","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thiscontemplativelife.com\/index.php\/2012\/01\/19\/like-a-strawberry-milk-youre-my-favourite-flavour\/","title":{"rendered":"You\u2019re my favourite flavour :: by Fanny"},"content":{"rendered":"

OK it looks like I (penelope) just lifted someone’s (Fanny<\/a>‘s) entire blog page … well thats just because I did… because it was so sweet and beautiful and the idea of a cherry compote contemplation just made me smile! Here is the real blog (which actually looks much better) and check out some more from her (like the olive oil jelly… sounds gorgeous en francaise:\u00a0<\/span>gel\u00e9e d\u2019huile d\u2019olive<\/a>)\u00a0<\/span>She is a young Frenchwoman living in London creating and writing about beautiful food.<\/strong><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

And yes, cherry is my favourite flavour too, followed closely by rhubarb…<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The whole beautiful page can be found\u00a0here<\/a><\/strong>\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The blog is\u00a0called Comme un Lait Fraise<\/a> (or: \u00a0Like Strawberry Milk)<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.likeastrawberrymilk.com\/<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n


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You\u2019re my favourite flavour<\/strong><\/p>\n

A story about memories, animated gifs, blogs, illustration, iphone, lists.<\/p>\n

Written on le Tuesday 03 January 2012. By Fanny<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

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One day I will tell you why I\u2019ve been so quiet this past month. Right now, it all gets down to my bed, a virus, a bottle of water, and way too many pills for one girl to take.<\/p>\n

In fact, I should probably start with the usual Happy New Year and all the trimmings that come along. I had planned to. Selecting one picture for every month of 2011. It looks pretty.<\/p>\n

But I\u2019ve never been good at doing things the right way.<\/p>\n

Instead, I\u2019m here to share what\u2019s been keeping me going through my hibernation. A hibernation made of pillows and fever-nightmares. Of wool blankets and dreams that felt so real I didn\u2019t want to wake up.<\/p>\n

Yes, I\u2019ve been sleeping. Through Wednesday and Thursday. Friday and Saturday. I missed a night of drunken fireworks. But it\u2019s ok, because a week before, as I was walking home after work, I had my very own.<\/p>\n

In a street so quiet, except for the rain. But really, who consider raindrops a noise? Under the light.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve told you before, I\u2019m sure there is a hidden world behind puddles.<\/p>\n

My last touch with the outer world.<\/p>\n

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Yes, after Into the wild, let me introduce Off the wild. Where more hours are spent asleep than awake* and the only food worth eating is a cherry compote that might not taste like my grand-m\u00e8re\u2019s, but is decent enough.<\/p>\n

Without the occasional cherry stone, of course.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been reading too. Dan\u2019s latest book. And a few online favourites, both old and new. Gelato al limon, Poppies in October, \u00c0 boire et \u00e0 manger, Je veux \u00eatre bonne\u2026<\/p>\n

* An upside-down, inside-out version of my usual everyday. Perhaps, I have fallen in a puddle\u2026<\/p>\n

** A totally random post. But I thought the compote jar looked pretty. And I started drawing, for the first time in days. And then, somehow, I had to write. Maybe I shouldn\u2019t have. Oh well, this is what temperature does to you.<\/p>\n

At least, tell me what\u2019s your very favourite compote flavour?<\/p>\n

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