Category Archives: Travel

Away on the Lake {Chevrons & Stripes}

Hey Cupcakes For Breakfast readers, Sarah here from Chevrons & Stripes! Though we’re already almost into August, I’m for one am still stocking up on summer goodies! We try to stretch out the season past September and continue to entertain at our family beach house until the weather officially turns. Here are a few things I’m coveting to continue entertaining in style this summer…

Chevrons and Stripes: Summer Fun Guest Post

1| drink dispenser, 2| batik towel, 3| olive wood cutting board, 4| nickel lantern, 5| rope handle party tub, 6| mortar and pestle, 7| capiz shell placemat, 8| tocca candle, 9| ocean coral candle, 10|seagrass totes

Thanks for hosting me Nikki!

Away on the Lake {Sequins & Stripes}

Hi there! It’s Liz from the fashion and style blog, Sequins & Stripes, and I am thrilled to be filling in while Nikki is on her summer vacay. When it comes to packing for a summer trip, there isn’t much that you have to pack to ensure a stylish stay. Here are my summer packing essentials to make sure you are on trend during those hot days:

Sequins and Stripes: Summer Packing

Nikki, I hope you are enjoying every minute of your vacation! 
xo Liz

Hot Farmers

I think I’m ready to ditch city life, move to a farm, and pick up a shovel if it means hanging out with these boys…

hot farmers Beetlebung Farm Gabriela Herman

I came across this story about Beetlebung Farm on Martha’s Vineyard in the July issue of Martha Stewart Living and I was immediately transported to a rustic fantasy. The other images of the Beetlebung farm-to-table experience by photographer Gabriela Herman are also stunning, but for some reason (gosh, I wonder why?) my eye kept going back to the portraits of the farmers. They’re sweaty and covered in dirt, but they’re tan and strong, and look at the mouthwatering food they’ll serve you!

beetlebung farms gabriea herman hot farmers

Ok, back to reality.

{Image thanks to: Gabriela Herman}

Déjeuner du matin

I once had to memorize this poem by Jacques Prévert for French class and every once in a while I find myself repeating it. It’s a very sad poem and often I can relate to its loneliness. But I also love the simplicity and slow motion of it; and especially its setting in a Paris café in the rain. It has a beautiful quiet rhythm in French, but if you must, you can find the translation here.

dejuner du matin coffee cafe poem jaques prevert

Il a mis le café
Dans la tasse
Il a mis le lait
Dans la tasse de café
Il a mis le sucre
Dans le café au lait
Avec la petite cuiller
Il a tourné
Il a bu le café au lait
Et il a reposé la tasse
Sans me parler

Il a allumé
Une cigarette
Il a fait des ronds
Avec la fumée
Il a mis les cendres
Dans le cendrier
Sans me parler
Sans me regarder

Il s’est levé
Il a mis
Son chapeau sur sa tête
Il a mis son manteau de pluie
Parce qu’il pleuvait
Et il est parti
Sous la pluie
Sans une parole
Sans me regarder

Et moi j’ai pris
Ma tête dans ma main
Et j’ai pleuré.

{Image thanks to: danske}

Croissant Flakes

Let’s talk about croissants. (After all, I just learned that it’s national croissant day!)

croissants French France Paris

They’re one of my favorite food groups. So many varieties and sizes. Oh, I could eat them all day long. But, here’s the thing about croissants…they’re a giant mess! When I eat them I get flakes all over myself. When I lived in Paris, I’d casually stroll down my little neighborhood in the 17th arrondissement, taking in the gorgeous homes and nibbling on a warm buttery croissant. I was so cute and Parisan, except that I had croissant flakes all down my black outfit and stuck in the crevices of my scarf. I can’t recall how many times I thought to myself: “How do the French do it? How do they eat these things every day and not make a mess?” I was sure the flakes spelled American on my chest.

Most Sundays, I head down the street to the Dupont Farmer’s Market and along with some seasonal produce, I pick up a croissant or two from Bonaparte Breads. I really recommend you add one of these croissants to your Sunday routine (and save an extra one for Monday morning too) – they’re fantastic and totally bring me back to those Paris streets. But every time I bite in to one of them…flakes everywhere!

So, I guess flakiness could be a sign of a good croissant. I’ve pretty much have learned to embrace the flakes. Or possibly I’m eating them wrong? What do you think?

Something to ponder on this Monday morning…

{Image thanks to: France Ruffenach Photography in the Country Cooking of France}