If you want to add a generous bit of sunshine to your meals, then I suggest trying your hand at la Cuisine de Provence. Fragrant with herbs like thyme, rosemary or basil, colourful with fresh vegetables, these recipes celebrate the fish and seafood of the French Riviera and the quality meat of l'arrière-pays! As I am spending a week's holiday in Provence, I intend to enjoy everything la Côte d'Azur has to offer, from bathing in the Mediterranean Sea to the delicious gastronomy! Try these recipes, if you want to follow me!
Drinks
Pastis
Limoncello Spritz
Lavender Liqueur
Appetizers
Rouille
Anchoïade
Parmesan Aïoli
Green Olive Tapenade
Aïoli
Baguettes
Roasted Garlic, Thyme, Olive and Tomato Plait
Entrées
Garden Pistou Soup (Vegan)
Salade Niçoise
Provençal Roasted Chicken
Meat
Provençal Burger
Niçoise Stuffed Zucchini
Fish
Prawn Pasta à la Marseillaise
Anchovy Stuffed Courgettes
Rosemary Roasted Tuna
Brandade de Morue (Codfish Potato Bake)
Sage and Lemon Sardines
Red Mullet and Aubergine Burgers
Rosemary and Basil Sardines
Roasted Sardines
Sides
Poêlée Provençale (Sautéed Aubergines and Peppers)
The Minnesota heat is definitely here this week! Today the high temp is predicted to be 98 degrees, with a heat index of 106 and humidity at 95%! What’s it like where you are? ☀️
Breach of Contract Steve taking reader to Puerto Rico because part of his presidential campaign is ensuring the territory’s voices are heard
At night when they are no meetings Steve drags reader inside the cave of his private beach cave and fucks her stupid
“I’m sorry Miss Carter,” your stomach flipped over end and heat was surging through you as his eyes burned holes into your back, “Senator Rogers is on a teleconference.”
“I don’t give a shit if he is on the phone with the bloody queen of England! Put. My. Husband. On. The. Phone!” Her screeching voice came through the receiver in the office and you had been afraid that your eardrums may have ruptured from the intensity.
“Miss Carter-“ you had drawn your eyes back to him, your mouth growing dry the longer he had looked upon you and the cute little sundress he made you wear with unkempt passion and hunger.
“Useless bitch.” The line went dead and you were met with the dial tone, the irritating sound stirring a sigh in you as you ended the call on your end.
“What a vile woman,” you mumbled under your breath as you stood, and ran your hands down the skirt of your dress, playing with the layered hem while avoiding eye contact with Steve.
“You are so soft and supple,” his thick voice had drawn your attention, his index finger knuckle pressed against his chin, “such a picture of femininity that’s not tainted by the social elites.”
“Mr. Rogers-“ you had approached the desk, prepared to leave for the day to retire to the beachside villa he had rented out in its entirety.
The intention was privacy for your ruination.
“Come here, sweetheart.” Steve had pushed his chair back and stood, towering above you in what had been a three piece suit, before he had discarded the jacket. “Let me look at you.”
“Senator Rogers-“ you attempted again to speak, but the intensity of his gaze and the stroke of his fingers against your arm when he could reach was distracting.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. You’re beautiful and tender, you’re soft and pliant, not like Peggy. She’s hardened and catty, resourceful yes, but driven by the need to climb social ladders.” Steve continued to compliment you with the gentle musings of his words and the tender touch of his hand on the back of your thighs.
“Senator Rogers, we’re due back at the villa.” You shivered as his touch, preened at the heat penetrating you from his gaze. “We should leave.”
“You’re right, honey. We need to get you back to the villa so you can relax.” Steve leaned in and kissed your cheek, his lips trailing along to your earlobe, his breath hot against your flesh.
Your arms were pinned above your head and your mouth was biting down on the corner of the pillow as you attempted to restrain yourself from crying out his name as he fucked into you. His hips were snapping against your ass while his cock was being plunged into you, the sweet scent of sex and champagne was only further stirring the mood as you were devoured.
“Fuck! You’re my favourite intern, sweet creature.” Steve growled his pleasure, pulling out to slam back into you, your body jostled from the intensity of his shaft splitting you in two. “You know how to take such good fucking care of me!”
“Please,” your voice came out as a strangled whine, your eyes closing in immense pleasure when your hips were pulled back against his thrusts, “Steve-!”
“You’re gonna be,” Steve let go of your wrists and settled his other hand against your hip, manoeuvring the two of you to a nee position with him on his back and you riding his cock, “my cute little fucking wife!”
“I-I can’t-!” You rocked your hips against his thrusts only momentarily as he lifted you from his dick and manhandled you to face him, your hands falling to his chest to support yourself.
“Peggy Carter is a bitch!” Steve thrust his hips and impaled you once more, the slight sting of the stretch eased by your slick desire running down the length of his veiny cock. “I need someone good!”
“Steve,” you pleaded with him, leaning down to rest your cheek against his shoulders as the intensity of the thrusts had rendered you unable to move, “you’re married-“
“Fuck! I’m gonna dump my cum into you!” He was in his own world, fucking you senseless while you were hovering.
Hovering between a future with the older handsome senator and a family with him; hovering over the stark realization that you were his plaything and you were falling in love with him.
“You can’t.” You whispered more to yourself than him, your eyes closing painfully as he drew you to your end and met his, evident by his warmth spilling into you.
✈🎯 Travel Tuesday El día para conseguir vuelos y hoteles baratos. Hoy martes 28 de Noviembre es el día en el que podemos preparar nuestro viaje de forma más económica 🎫✅
Essential to Cuisine de Provence, Herbes de Provence is a fragrant mix of dried aromatic herbs, grown under the sun of Southern France. It makes one's taste-buds sing and elevate any simple vegetable or stew to a special dish, often bringing back memories of Summer holidays --of an important part of my childhood even, in my case! In other words, a little jar of happiness! Happy Tuesday!
Ingredients (makes about 1/3 cup):
1 1/2 tablespoon dried sage
1 1/2 tablespoon dried basil
1 tablespoon dried thyme
1 tablespoon dried marjoram
1/2 tablespoon dried rosemary
1/2 tablespoon dried oregano
In a small bowl, combine dried sage, dried basil, dried thyme, dried marjoram, dried rosemary and dried oregano.
Give a good stir to mix.
Spoon Herbes de Provence in a clean, dry glass jar, and close tightly with the lid. Use in recipes such as Tourte aux Blettes or Tian.
Happy birthday, Midge Gerlach! Midge is the real life Tib. Celebrate by exploring her gorgeous chocolate house as it is right now. The owners are working to restore it to the original look!
Travel Tuesday, exciting! I've actually been thinking of our Alpha's in LD and how much they need a stress free get away... Maybe reader finds a wedding invitation from a friend, Sam maybe? And plans a roadtrip for her and her boys down to Louisiana with stops along the way. Of course Steve is surprised and excited and maybe Buckys a little grumbly cause its Sam and this 1 day flight in and out turned into a whole week. Like Bucky, it's a week with your alpha & omega and a couple days in the middle with Sam. Which we know you secretly love as a best friend. 😆 We may need to promise a few sexual favours along the way, which gives him an idea of more road trips in the future because he has to be with his omega at least once in every state and then they'll worry about the world 😅
“You cancelled our flight in favour of driving down to Louisiana for a wedding?” To say Bucky was perplexed and irritated that their private flight had been exchanged for a road trip.
“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Your eagerness was unbound, your excitement to make stops and make an entire week of the trip instead of two days, had grown on Steve and he had jumped ship with a single glance from you.
“And all this for Sam?” Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes, another surge of aggravation centred on the man both you and Steve had been taken by.
“Sam’s a good person and his fiancée is so sweet!” You argued against Bucky and sidled up to Steve, pulling him close to whisper something in his ear, the whispered musings drawing Bucky’s ire.
“What’re you two talking about?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed and his lips became pursed. “Omega-“
“Cut the attitude, put a smile on your face and little omega here said she’ll let you take her a different way, any way you want, in every different state we cross.” Steve’s smile was electrifying and so was the promise of Bucky getting his omega pliant for him.
Bucky drew his tongue against his bottom lip, already thinking of what position he was going to put you in first. He was already thinking of how he could mould you to his will, how he could completely devour you anyway he wants or needs for every state you cross.
“Fine. We’ll take a road trip but if you end up fucking me over…” Bucky warned with a hiss as you skipped from Steve to him, and pressed your hands against his chest.
“Oh alpha,” you leaned in and purred in his ear, “you’re the one that’s going to end up fucking me.”
While they aren’t my favourite worlds, both Oasis Springs and Willow Creek will always hold a special place in my heart. I absolutely adore their vibe, whether southern desert or bayou. More often than not, Foundry Cove has been my landing place when starting a new challenge or a legacy. I thought I’d share some of my favourite pictures with you.