A fun French word for pizza, tart, or quiche crust + Mieux vaut tard que jamais
Friday, January 15, 2016
Benches along a trottoir in Collioures, France. Photo taken 11 years ago, when Jean-Marc and I celebrated our 11th anniversary, while dreaming of owning a vineyard one day.
TODAY'S WORD: le trottoir
: sidewalk, pavement, curb
: slang for the outer crust (or le rebord) on a pizza, tart, or quiche
Listen to Jean-Marc Download Trottoir
En France et en Suisse, par métaphore, le trottoir est aussi le nom communément donné au bord d'une tarte ou d'une pizza.
In France and Switzerland, as a metaphor, the sidewalk is also the name given for the crust of a tart or a pizza.
A DAY IN A FRENCH LIFE by Kristin Espinasse
"Mieux Vaut Tard Que Jamais"
Yesterday--24 years after moving to France--I got the chance to thank Marianne. Marianne is the mother of Fred, who is the godfather of our son, Max. It was Fred who picked me up at the Marignane airport in the fall of 1992, after a 24-hour voyage from Arizona. I'll never forget him glancing down at my cowboy boots as he stood beside the baggage carousel, wearing a crisp Façonnable chemise and Italian loafers--at least I think that is what he was wearing--and if I retell this same story in 10 years, don't be surprised if Fred is sporting an Izod sweater and wingtips. While my memory may be foggy for details, it is crystal clear when it comes to kindnesses, as we will see in the following remembrance.
Fred drove me to his family's home in Marseilles, where we unloaded my U-Haul moving boxes and mes valises and waited for my then-boyfriend, Jean-Marc, to get off work. Fred lived with his parents, Marianne and Michel, and his 17-year-old frère cadet, Antoine. Over the next 10-months, I had the chance to eat many a Tuesday night dinner at Marianne's table, where I sat absorbing every detail. From pre-dinner ritual of apértifs (I loved Porto!) to the post-dinner digestif (le marc!), I drank it all in. Looking back, I wished I had put down my wine glass and helped Marianne carry all those heavy gratin dishes!
Yesterday was my chance to thank her. Michel and Marianne had come to see our vineyard and they were here, as well, to visit Château de Pibarnon, where they're considering celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. After touring the Bandol winery, we headed to the charming port of La Madrague, to eat at our local pizzeria, Chez Henri. Almost as soon as we were seated, I blurted out a decades-late remerciement:
"Marianne. You may not know what an impression you made on me all those years ago!"
Thinking about it, Marianne would have been the age I am now: 48. She would have been serving dinner in high heels and a slim, above-the-knee skirt. It may have been leather. With her shoulder-length wavy black hair parted in the center and her big green eyes, she looked as beautiful as when she left for work that morning at her law firm. And here she was, late at night, serving 8 of us homemade gratin de courgette and steak--followed by a cheese platter, salad, dessert, and coffee (and perhaps a limoncello maison...).
Over the years I thought a lot about Marianne as I tried to cook and to entertain--all the while balancing kids, casseroles, and my own burgeoning career as a learn-as-you-go écrivain.
As I considered all I wanted to convey to Marianne, the waiter at Chez Henri appeared... and the focus was about to go to the savory pies he set down in front of us. It was time to hurry and sum up what it was I wanted to say to Fred's mom all these years later....
"I wish I had helped you clear the table!!"
Looking at me with those beautiful green eyes, which now sparkled and smiled, Marianne said: "I have no memory of you not helping."
As everyone dug into their pizza, I savored Marianne's words until Michel piped up with some perfectly-timed comic relief. Pointing to the crust on our pizzas, he said: Do you know what we call this in French?
(Two of us shook our heads.)
"Le trottoir. The sidewalk."
The sidewalk indeed! This concluded our meaningful stroll down Memory Lane--Life's gentle path where we overlook shortcomings and recall only the best in others.
* * *
The crust or trottoir on my favorite pizza at Chez Henri. It's called "La Madrague"
RECIPES
Marianne's Easy Lasagna & A Favorite Word
Marianne's Zucchini Casserole
FRENCH VOCABULARY
mieux vaut tard que jamais = better late than never
la chemise = shirt
la valise = suitcase
le frère cadet = younger brother, little brother
un apéritif = drink before lunch or dinner
digestif = after-dinner liqueur
le marc =a digestif made of grapes or apples
le remerciement = thanks
gratin de courgette = zucchini casserole
limoncello maison = homemade limoncello
un écrivain= writer
le trottoir = sidewalk, pavement
The view from Chateau de Pibarnon, where we visited with Marianne and Michel.
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Ahhhhh ... Collioure! Just up the road from the town where I live!
How I wish you'd decided to plant your vines in our region ........ >> :-)
Posted by: Vera | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 12:46 PM
What delightful and warming memories :)
Posted by: Marcell Fabia | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 01:09 PM
Gentle wonderful memories as always with food at their heart. I would love to see the recipe for the Courgettes gratin. Many thanks for your gentle writings and thoughts which always bring me back to my favourite holiday destinations in France.
Posted by: Maureen | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 01:34 PM
Sweet memories Kristin! The pizza looks delicious!
Posted by: Eileen | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 01:58 PM
Dear Kristin:
I love this story! Every person we encounter leaves an indelible mark on us in some way, whether positive or negative. So often we never get the opportunity to thank those who have affected us in a good way. It is sweet indeed for both parties when that chance does arrive. I'm happy for you that you seized the moment!
Marianne's reply was perfect-- for as you yourself know, as mothers and hosts, all we wish for and remember are the smiles, laughter and good times our children and guests have. In the end, that's all that really matters.
And YES, PLEASE to that delicious pizza, le trottoir et al!
Posted by: Alisa | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 02:20 PM
I'm always uplifted by your beautiful stories. Thank you!
Posted by: [email protected] | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 02:22 PM
Love your blog Kristin! This was especially poignant and easy to see why you so admire Marianne. Am fascinated by Chez Henri La Madrague pizza!! Do you know the main ingredients? Yum, yum, yum!!
Posted by: writernan | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 02:31 PM
What wonderful memories - old & new. We never know when we will make an impact on someone. Marianne's response was lovely. All those years of small regret on your part, and she only noticed your enthusiasm for France and love for JM, I am sure. Beautiful story. Thanks, as always, for sharing.
Posted by: Trina from St. Petersburg, FL USA | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 02:39 PM
Dear Kristi,
A fun new meaning for a familiar word and a sweet story! Reading happily along, I was headed in a direction filled with humor and early impressions of France. Then, a heart-touching and thoughtful twist in the last line took me elsewhere. Eyes misting up ...
P.S. I, too, would love to see a recipe for courgettes gratin!
Posted by: Chris Allin | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 02:46 PM
What a wonderful memory! True friendship does not keep track of all the "I wish I would have"s or "Why didn't she"s. Friendship continues throughout the years with only memories of the good times. Ne regrette rien!
Posted by: Sue | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 02:55 PM
Oui, oui, oui! C'est vrai, Kristin. (Look! I am attempting French!) How many times I have apologized later to others only to hear, I don't remember that. Beeeeautiful pizza pie!
Posted by: Ptca | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 04:05 PM
Oui, oui, oui! C'est vrai, Kristin. (Look! I am attempting French!) How many times I have apologized later to others only to hear, I don't remember that. Beeeeautiful pizza pie!
Posted by: Ptca | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 04:05 PM
Oui, oui, oui! C'est vrai, Kristin. (Look! I am attempting French!) How many times I have apologized later to others only to hear, I don't remember that. Beeeeautiful pizza pie!
Posted by: Ptca | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 04:05 PM
Jeepers, how did that happen? Love from SW Virginia.
Posted by: Patty Cargill | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 04:06 PM
You took me down memory lane. Ah Coilleur!! Probably spelled wrong but the memory is very lovely. Swimming in the bay and painting - the truth is I was so depressed from dealing with family health issues that I hardly knew I was there. But my memory goes to the good parts. Lovely post. Thank you.
Posted by: Nancy | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 05:49 PM
What a sweet story! And what a fabulous looking pizza!! How do they keep the greens from wilting or getting burned!!
Posted by: Sally | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 06:12 PM
Hi, Kristin,
C'est vrai
que l'attitude
de la gratitude
soit une signe sûr
d'un coeur
bien fait.
By the way, to celebrate the arrival of my adult son, I made the Yaourt cake with raspberries and blueberries and toasted slivered almonds in a 9 inch cake pan sprayed with canola oil, dusted with flour, and baked for 40 minutes in a 350 degree oven. C'etait délicieuse! Merci beaucoup! Joanne, Carmel-by-the-Sea, CA
Posted by: Joanne Ablan | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 06:13 PM
Gosh now I guess I have to ask: what are the toppings on the pizza??
Posted by: Sally | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 06:16 PM
What a beautiful story, Kristi! The most beautiful people I know always remember and appreciate the beauty of others, with kind gestures most definitely included in the memories.
Posted by: Katia | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 06:22 PM
That sounds wonderful! I'm sure your son enjoyed the cake very much.
Posted by: Katia | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 06:22 PM
Quel délice de lire votre message à chaque fois qu'il apparaît sur l'écran. Ces messages me rappellent l'odeur du thym dans la garrigue, le parfum de la lavande dans les champs bleus. je crois sentir la caresse de l'air chaud de Provence où j'ai vécu il y a longtemps, longtemps.
Merci, merci et bravo pour le partage des incidents de votre vie même le toutou devient familier.
A votre prochain message...
Nadia
Posted by: NADIA | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 07:45 PM
Amen to Katia's comment!
Posted by: Jane Hoppe | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 07:48 PM
That Pizza looks wonderful what is on it? We have a small pizza oven on our deck and I love to try new things.
Posted by: Susan Souza | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 08:08 PM
Le comble de mon jour, même au Texas!
Posted by: Diana | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 10:44 PM
Our dear Kristi,
What a(nother!) absolutely beautiful story!
You have just captured our hearts!
You took us along that wonderful memory lane,both then and now,and given us inspiration us to remember all the treasured people and their--and hopefully our own--random acts of kindness which have happened along the way.
The only thing left to say is that we only wish there were more Kristi's and more Marianne's in the world.
It would very definitely be a kinder,gentler place.
THANK YOU!
Love
Natalia XO
Posted by: Natalia | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 11:00 PM
How lovely Marianne is, physically and in manner. It's especially interesting in view of her name-carry the flag for France!
Posted by: Diane Young | Friday, January 15, 2016 at 11:58 PM
An especially wonderful story, Kristin. And a new French word I can use when next in France! Is Chez Henri the restaurant where my mother, sister and I ate with you? If so, I remember the delicious pizza and I think we may also have had fish. I have so many lovely memories of that day. The drive from Nice, lunch at the port and a relaxing afternoon. The last vacation with my sister and sharing it with you. I treasure the photos Max took of all of us that day. Thank you for sparking my own trip down memory lane.
Posted by: Suzanne in New Jersey | Saturday, January 16, 2016 at 01:15 PM
Suzanne, Yes, we ate ate Chez Henri that day. I treasure the memory too. 💛
Posted by: Kristin Espinasse | Saturday, January 16, 2016 at 07:50 PM
What ingredients are in "la madrague"? Thank you for sharing..made me happy.
Posted by: Marina Garcia | Tuesday, January 19, 2016 at 09:16 PM