Back to work after 2 weeks off! Let’s get this thing going!
Ah, Mont Royal. Quand nous sommes arrivés à Montréal, nous habitions le long du chemin de la Côte des Neiges, donc à quelques minutes à pied du lac aux castors. Le Mont Royal était donc le premier endroit où nous allions pour respirer un peu, se dépenser, faire du sport, …
Je me rappelle les balades à pied et en raquettes, la luge, le patin sur le lac aux castors, la grimpe jusqu’au belvédère pour admirer la vue, … Alors forcément cette vidéo rend un peu nostalgique 🙂
I faced an interesting challenge last week: I wanted to add subtitles to a video I had inserted in a page with WordPress’ Core Video Shortcode, but I couldn’t find any shortcode parameter allowing me to specify a subtitle file.
I checked the shortcode’s source code but couldn’t find any “subtitle” attribute there. The Codex page wasn’t helpful either. After more digging, I realized that the whole thing was in fact super easy!
A little while ago, I shared my mother’s Waffles recipe. Since you all seemed to like it, I’ll digitize another old recipe today. My grandmother (better known as “Mamie du Tertre” ?) used to make a great apple cake for us almost every Wednesday. It was simple, not fancy, yet super delicious. Here is her recipe.
A few days ago, my wife suggested a little challenge: let’s not drink alcohol at all in November.
Don’t worry: we don’t have any alcoholism issues. We just thought it’d be nice to take a little break, and see how difficult it could be.
Can it be done?
But it got me thinking. Why stop there?
Waffles were always a tradition back home. In the winter, we used to make them at least once a month, on Saturday nights. Everyone would get a first waffle with butter and Coulommiers cheese; then nutella / whipped cream, nutella / banana / whipped cream, jam / whipped cream, jam / Coulommiers, butter / powdered sugar, chestnut spread, … I know, I know: not exactly what you’d call a healthy dinner, but so damn good.
In a way, that family ritual was as important as the galettes (buckwheat pancakes) my grandmother makes for the whole family for lunch on Saturdays. But that’s a topic for another post.
Naturally when I moved to Hungary, I did my best to convince Adri we needed to buy a waffle iron. ☺️ Fast forward a few years, we now have our own waffle ritual: every other weekend, my little helper and I make waffles (or pancakes) for breakfast.