We call it magic water.

From La Nouvelle Chick in France

Antesite. It dubiously boasts the healthful properties of being "anti-inflammatory, healing, calming and soothing". Yes, both calming and soothing. I can attest to its soothing properties, 'cause after walking around town in the 90 degree heat, a glass of the stuff tastes like heaven. Which is why we call it magic water. It tastes like sweet licorice with a little bit of mint. The color varies between light yellow and dark tan, depending on how much you use. Perhaps that makes its claims all the more convincing, because who really buys that a bright pink liquid is gonna quench your thirst. Yeah, Antesite kicks Vitamin Water's ass any day.

The Rabbit still had its eyes

Adventures in Recipe-ing—June 20, 2010

Lapin à la Moutarde (Mustard-baked Rabbit)

Part 1- The Butcher
Saturday afternoon,
me (to Cedric): do you think that they left the brain in that whole rabbit I bought at the market today?
Cedric: did they chop the rabbit for you?
Me: yes
Cedric: well, then they probably didn’t even include the head
Sunday evening,
(after opening the package of chopped rabbit)
Cedric: hmm, look at that, they left the head
Cindy (wondering): yes, so about that brain…

Part 2-Don’t judge!
I see you looking at me, lady. Sitting in your car, judging the girl who is exiting the landscaped bushes in the gas station parking lot with a handful of branches.  Look here—it’s rosemary and it’s growing everywhere! You’d have to be mad to buy it at the store! And that lavender bush planted next to it, the emblem of Provence? When my next recipe calls for lavender, I’ll be back in the bushes with my kitchen shears, thank you very much.

Part 3- Measuring success (in my head)
Yup, turns out that 8 centiliters is not equivalent to a cup of white wine (the online converter tells me it's more like 3 ounces)