Showing posts with label France. Show all posts
Showing posts with label France. Show all posts

Sunday, June 10, 2012

European Coffee Has Such a History!

If you drink coffee, you are apt to be one who sighs at the mention of a steamy espresso in a Parisian or Tuscan sidewalk cafe. Yes.... it is usually as delightful as it seems.

The cup, tiny by American standards, often has a whimsical design. Always with a saucer and tiny spoon. A cube of sugar and a square of dark chocolate usually come along with it. Such elegance, such panache, and such flavor!

European espresso is rich and thick. It ripples in the cup when the breeze blows. The aroma can stop the most interesting conversation for a moment. The taste of a good espresso fills the palate and seems to literally waken the senses.

I made a startling find in Peypin d'Aigues early this morning. The vide grenier was just beginning and as I approached a table, a local woman was setting out the things from her kitchen that she wished to sell. There to one side I saw a curious little two-spouted thing. It turned out to be an Italian espresso maker from the 1950s. Made of heavy aluminum, it is meant to sit atop a gas flame which boils the water and sends the steam upward into the filter where the coffee waits, then the fresh rich brew drips down into a heated cup. Sound decadent?   

Surprised as I was to find that adorable little coffee maker, I was stopped dead in my tracks to see the original, vintage Vesuviana maker sitting right next to it! As much as I adore french coffee, Italy truly is the original home of espresso and the espresso maker. And the Vesuviana coffee maker is one of the original Italian machines (designed, apparently, by a machinist rather than a coffee vendor). The principal strategy for making espresso has remained largely unchanged since the mid-late 1800s, but the equipment has kept up with technology, as you surely know.

So to find these early models was a real treat for me. I wasted no time making a deal, nearly paying her asking price, and turning for home with a grin on my face.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Antique Provence Pharmacy Boxes hold just the right medicine!

If only the medicine to cure today’s ills came to us in such lovely containers! Imagine getting your prescription filled at a pharmacy that uses delightful boxes like these. 



Made of parchment-like cardboard and wrapped in brocades and ribbons of the most lovely colors, these boxes also serve to advertise the pharmacy itself. This one happens to come from a pharmacy that existed in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s in the town of Beziers France, not far from the south-western border between France and Spain. Beziers is best known as a center for brocante and antique shops. The village hosts markets and faires and events throughout the year. 



I was lucky enough to find a woman selling a box full of these containers in several colors. I use them to hold fresh lavender seeds, jewelry, or even—imagine--pills at my bedside!  

Then of course there are the more 'common' pill boxes with lovely, whimsical, or elegant designs made of everything from porcelain to brass and ivory. 

Friday, December 16, 2011

Classic Old French Enamelware Coffee Pot & Grinder

Someone asked me a good question a few months back: How do you make coffee in these classic old coffee pots?   
These pots look fabulous sitting on the counter top, don't they?  Even better on the kitchen table surrounded by interesting cups and a plate of warm croissants..... What would it be like to actually use one of these pots when the book club comes to visit? It's lots of fun to imagine what that might be like! So let's consider how you would use it.
First, imagine having rich roasted coffee beans.  
Then you would want an old grinder coffee mill like this one. 
Finally, of course, you would need one of these pots. Any color will do. The enamelware ones from France seem to come in a wide range of colors.
 
 
 You would grind the rich roasted coffee beans as finely as possible by pouring them into the top-side opening of the mill and letting them work their way down through the spinning blades of the coffee mill. 
The ground coffee collects in the small drawer at the bottom of the mill. 
After putting the grounds at the bottom of the classic old coffee pot, you would add water. Then as the water boils, preferably over an open flame... you wait until you get a strong whiff of that fabulous rich coffee. Using a very thick pot holder, you remove the pot from the flame, you watch the pot and wait while the grounds settle to the bottom of the pot. 
Final step: pour slowly and sip carefully.  YUM! 
Now, of course, there are modern-day safety and health issues to consider. But I am just saying, if you like to dream about having and using one of these classic old coffee pots, then you now know how to envision the coffee-making process! 
Bon Appetit!

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Perpetual Wine Calendar?

Perpetual calendars are cool things--but a perpetual wine vintage calendar? Now that is a VERY cool thing! 

If you are like me, you have tried over the years (without much success) to understand the logic of allowing certain wines to age and drinking other wines sooner rather than later. Well, look at this curious little thing I found in Provence. 

It is a perpetual calendar that organizes the main wines of France, by region and color, and then by year according to when each should be "conserved", "enjoyed" and "already have been drunk". All in french, of course. 

Just spin the dial and open the proper bottle--Cheers!

Monday, December 12, 2011

European Gladstone Doctor's Bag

In Europe, this particular style of bag is very popular with collectors. Created in the mid-1800s, this bag was designed to open wide with hinges that stay open for quick easy access, such as that needed by doctors working out on the road.

 Called a Gladstone Doctor's Bag, it is named after the man who was British Prime Minister at the time because, in a way that seems curious today, the creator was a big fan of the PM! 

The style has endured, been duplicated, and altered.  I once found an original Gladstone bag and was immediately asked to sell it to a neighbor whose daughter, Fanny, had just been accepted into French medical school. That bag now has a fine home.