The relay salad ! (la salade relais)

Two eggs are in a fridge. 
The first says to the other one :
"Hey ! You're so strange ! Why are you brown ? And why do you have so much hairs ?
-'cause I'm a kiwi, idiot !"

After this hilarious digression (no comment, please...), you could say :
"Yeah, strange title, once again".
And you would be right. 

In my opinion, it was perfect for this dish, between winter fruits as kiwi and spring fruits as strawberries.

The first french strawberries are here.
Dear strawberry, you are spring symbol ! When you're on our table, we know everything can't be bad. 
Even Baby Rabbit loves you ! 

Here what you'll need for this delicious strawberry and kiwi's salad, for 4 persons.

• 250 grammes of strawberries
• 2 kiwis fruits
• 1 orange (or 1/2 cup of orange juice)
• 1/2 lemon
• 1/4 cup of brown sugar
• 1 tablespoon of vanilla extract.

Step 1 : 

Rinse strawberries without taking off the stalk. Cut them in pieces and kiwis also.

Step 2 :

Pour the orange juice, then the lemon juice.

Step 3 :

Then, add the sugar and vanilla.

Stir gently. What a difficult recipe ...

THAT'S IT ! 

Bon appétit !

Recapitulative for 4 persons.

• 250 grammes of strawberries
• 2 kiwis fruits
• 1 orange (or 1/2 cup of orange juice)
• 1/2 lemon
• 1/4 cup of brown sugar
• 1 tablespoon of vanilla extract.

Rinse strawberries without taking off the stalk. Cut them in pieces and kiwis also.

Pour the orange juice, then the lemon juice.

Then, add the sugar and vanilla.

Stir gently. What a difficult recipe ...

London ! HERE WE COME !

I’m lucky, I’ve got three precious childhood’s friends. I love them as brothers. They belong to my family.

Remember, I’ve told you about my friend-the-hunter, Elmer. 

One of those three friend is Italian, and married a very kind Lithuanian woman. They lived in England, for 20 years and their children speak three languages (and some French too) and it’s very funny to start a conversation in English to end it in Italian, with some French words.

I met him when he went with his family to live in France, as a 14 years old teen. They stayed 5 years, then turned back to Italy. 
Except my friend (let call him Casanova) who wanted to live in England. 

So, since Casanova left France for England, we met all together just once. And he was without his own wife and children.

Two years ago, we finally could be all together for New Year’s period : Friends, husband ( mine), Casanova's wife and our ten children. 

It was an incredible, overwhelming moment. 

We knew each other when we were 12 years old. And we never thought that 28 years later, we would still be friends and we would introduce our family. It’s an over words feeling. 

We spent 4 days all together, laughing like children, talking without stopping, eating and drinking, having SHORT walk (remember, sport is dangerous !) playing ping pong on the living room’s table, falling asleep exhausted at 3 o’clock in the morning to wake up at 7 am and when we finally left each other, I’ve cried for 2 hours without stopping. 

We promised to do it again, but I thought it would have been impossible. Twenty years just connected by letters first, then internet. I thought we could not do it again before 20 other years.

But the past summer, my Italian friend came back with family for 15 days. “Re-belote”, as we say in Provencal !
We spent two days together: Talk, laugh, food, wine, shoooort walk and swimming pool.

Leaving, Casanova told us for the 30th time to come in England to visit them. 

This year, we can ! YES, WE CAN !

We tried to organise a trip all together but it’s very complicated because of money, holidays period, impeachments for one and the other. 
I was under pressure : 

"If you tell me you’re not coming while you can do it, I promise, you’ll regret it !", told me Casanova. 

So we’re going to London for one week, from april 14th to 21th. We’re so thrilled ! 

But to go to London, my children need identity card or passport. And we didn’t have it, cause they're young.

So, I’ve been confronted to French administration. And this is another long story.

To be continued ...