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................ Arab Jazz ................ By Karim Miske Translated by Sam Gordon Maclehose Press, 2015 ISBN: 9780857053114 Arab Jazz is Karim Miske's first novel and it got me hooked from the word go. I am a fan of detective fiction and although books are not supposed to be judged from their covers the artwork on this one was particularly a propos. The blend of religious symbolism on the cover cleverly suggests the interplay of cultures and that's just what we get.  The scene is set with a tethered hand, blood-stained orchids - here is a murder on a Parisian balcony.  For a little more information on the storyline check out the Maclehose Press  page here .  No spoilers. Notice that in my picture of the cover, I have added a pair of earphones.  That's because the novel is supplemented with a playlist.  Karim Miske is also a film maker and it's the first time I have come across such a technique in a book. I was a good...

It was a first visit to OXCave in Oxford Street, Belfast and the good reports that we had heard turned out to be fully justified.  It was great. As a cheese lover it was nice to be informed about each variety and to pick a selection from the large board: Over on the counter, under a glass cloche, sat a huge tranche of Comte. The staff member said that the way it was served had proved to be very popular - it came grated with truffle honey. Here's the tranche: and the plate of the prepared cheese with truffle honey: It certainly was an interesting combination, packed with flavour. As a wine lover, with a strong preference for European, and as you would expect from the title of my blog, especially French wines it was equally good to have a knowledgeably offered choice.  This one was very nice indeed: A nice first visit... We'll be back again soon.

La Cocotte, Cafe and restaurant Poulet basquaise with dauphinoise Hachis parmentier, confit de canard

It probably has nothing to do with Paris, so how did it get its name? I remember these from growing up in Belfast and Van Morrison mentions having one with lemonade in his song Cleaning Windows. They seem to be associated with poorer times in Ireland and Scotland and maybe the reference to Paris was a way to make them sound a bit grander than the simple ingredients of flour, milk, sugar and oil would suggest. They were made to look a bit fancy too, with a cherry on the centre mound and rock sugar sprinkled on top. Any ideas on where the name comes from?

It was nice at a family gathering of the Tracey clan to be able to get so close to a namesake bottle of Pouilly Fumé. We all took turns at posing with the bottle with the eventual aim of posting to social media. The back label provides some details on the wine and a stop at the Tracy sur Loire commune overlooking Sancerre will be a definite visit on our next trip to France. But it was the depuis 1396 on the front that really got me looking. Have they really been making wines there for over 600 years? Turns out they have and there's a Scottish connection too. I browsed to the Château's website and was pleased to see that it includes a short film in French with English subtitles. Even if your name's not Tracey, if you are a wine lover you'll appreciate it. There is the château in all its glory, the vineyards and cellars. And the occasional pop sounds of corks being eased from their bottles. Daniel, an old French friend, when he hears the distinctive sound of a poppin...

The Cercle français de Belfast's annual bal musette to celebrate La fête des rois started in sad and sombre mood. This was January 7, the day that the offices of #CharlieHebdo in Paris were attacked resulting in several deaths. Some at the réunion had not heard the news until their arrival, and we're anxious then to hear updates and share thoughts. What to say? What to do? The answers to both these questions came from France's own musical tradition of the chanson. A recent purchase and played several times over the previous days was an album recommended by a French friend - Paris by Zaz . Her songs are upbeat interpretations of some of France's best-loved standards. One composed in 1939 and performed then at a much slower pace by Maurice Chevalier spoke of Parisian resilience at another dark time in the life of the City of Light. It was Paris sera toujours Paris. One verse seemed entirely appropriate for the occasion and was shared with those present. It goes:   Par...

I was so interested in this photograph taken by my cousin, Greg McKernan on his recent trip to Paris. It is a montage of wood recovered from the Seine and attached to the quayside wall. It's a very creative idea. Wonder what "wood" the Lagan have in store?   Posted with Blogsy