Homemade Stollen

At the organic farm getting
milk and flower for baking.

I have preferences and opinions for many things but when someone asks me, “do you want to watch this film that you've never heard of or that film that you've never heard?” or “would you rather go biking around a pretty lake or sit next to a warm purring cat and write?” I find it difficult to place an opinion. After soup, we went to the living room to sit with the wood-burning stove, the sleeping Coquette, and the sapine whose branches hold out Christmas balls like a sticky lipped child eagerly offering the appraised candy. 

"Quel film tu veux regarder?"

But I couldn’t use my favorite line, comme vous voulez because Monsieur Musset and Paul preferred to watch Good Morning England while Camille declared no one ever chooses her films. This statement passed undisputed. After three minutes of the boys giggling through the intro of what I believe Masaki Kobayashi intended to be a grave film, Paul returned the Japanese film to Camille and put in un film de Richard Curtis (en anglais) Good Morning England.