Splitting wood with a sledgehammer and a wedge opens your mind

It took a therapeutic few hours of banging with my brand new 4kg sledge hammer on that wedge to get logs for winter to come up with enough determination to start this blog. Maybe the sense of completion of doing something with your hands when you have been bread to thrive in an office environment? Not sure, really, but it did get me warmer for a start

So here it is: le blog. It's called That French Thing, because I want to share my quest for a bit of identity and meaning in our family journey. 

And as we have settled camp in France, it does seem rather logical.

But mostly, it's because, after experiencing life in the US and the UK, I have the feeling that we could find here the right ingredients to make one of this French rural yet subtle recipe, one of those dishes where there is just enough garlic and that little excess of butter or cream that doesn't spoil the steamed vegetables but makes you plan to sauce it with a chunk of baguette later on, when you'll sip the last drops of red in your glass. I don't know how to explain it better, I believe it's a French thing...