Now a family tradition.

Bastille Day was yesterday. We traditionally celebrate it with a light meal of Brie, or Camambert, a warm baguette, and perhaps a glass of wine or a mild soup, while viewing a French film. Yesterday, however, was also our weekly meeting with our young-adult group at church, and so we celebrated today.

This year, not only did the parents participate, but the sister and her family as well. It is interesting and somewhat flattering to see this turn into a family tradition. In all honesty, I do wish that we knew more in the ways of French cuisine, but now we have a year until the next time; I am certain one of us can begin researching that. Even so, it was a good day, and one of the few holidays we celebrate that is not marred by a negative memory.