More four letter words

Hello Readers,

I have two more four letter words inspired by our trip to France.  I hesitate to use them but there is no other way to describe the theme that developed throughout our week in the saddle.  I give complete credit to our avid cyclist/physician. . . she gives the term real street cred.

FOOD PORN


Our resident foodie took it upon himself to photograph pretty much every meal we had!!!  At first, I thought, "Seriously, who cares what the food looks like, let's just eat!"  But as the week wore on, I wondered if my entrée, my menu choice would rate a photo.  Did I choose something that was not only savoury but photogenic?  I began scanning the menu for a picture-worthy meal.  As a side note, this is one of the main reasons I love a cycling holiday:  total guilt-free eating!!!  After all, it is technically fuel.

Why Food Porn? . . . .  because everything looks like it should be illegal somehow.  So beautifully put on the plate and served with care and pride of workmanship.  Ok, on to the main event. . . . Please be kind as my description may leave you wanting more but that really is the point, isn't it?

Remember when we had to eat in the kitchen and they clad the table with rose petals?

A lovely veal shank with spaezle

Now one would think that we only ate really well in the evening but, mes amis, that is not how it is done en France.  Every meal was amazing.

Lunch:

In a word: CHEESE

Yes, those are scallops!

A beautiful gallette à la brétagne

Finally, a simple salad at
Chateauneuf de Pape
(oh, and the wine was good too :)

I am sure you are thinking that we ate like kings and queens (or popes) all week long.  In fact, we actually had a picnic one night as our guides told us we had to rough it at least once on vacation:

Yeah, it was rough!

It took me quite a long time to post this blog as I kept questioning myself, "Is this related to the spirit of the TriDiva network?"  Cycling and eating through the south of France doesn't seem related to supporting women in their fitness goals and then I realized that women in sport and in general, are much more complicated that sets, workouts and race goals.  

At some point, our souls need nurturing not hard-core training.  Friends, family, scenery, good food and great wine nurtured me and supported me.  I look forward to a summer of great training and great blogs.  I leave it to you to decide, do we look happy?