Learning is a process… sometimes I forget that. OK… I often forget that. Like when I tried to learn physics in an evening and left rage-induced crumpled notebook pages all over the…
Author: emiglia
New York and Voyage au bout de la nuit
Yesterday, I let you into my Sorbonne world a little bit; I nearly decided to write about something else today, but I know that there’s no better way to write well than…
Chicken Parmesan
I spent a large amount of my childhood playing cards with my Grandma: on weekends, at Christmas, on summer afternoons when we’d left from the beach as we waited for the steaks…
Pumpkin Black Bean Soup
I still think of myself as a shy person, something that someone who’s met me in the past five years or so probably wouldn’t understand. Now, I’m always the first one to…
Apple Sparkle Cake
When I was in undergrad, my father strictly prohibited me from getting a job. This, to me, seemed preposterous: who in their right mind would tell their daughter, whose work ethic had…
Le Salon du Chocolat
Halloween is not a very big deal in France. We Americans tend to ignore this fact: the past three years, Halloween has been as big an affair as it is back home,…
Soup for the Sick
I am sick today. Not very sick, mind you, but just sick enough that I feel pretty OK about lounging around my house in pajamas, whimpering softly at regular intervals and eating…
Scrambled Eggs with Gruyère
The worst thing about having had a large part of my French instruction within a group of 20-something boys is that I am the only one laughing when, in illustrating grammar points…
Montaigne and Bolognese
Distingo est le plus universel membre de ma logique. – Michel de Montaigne I don’t know whether it’s the sign of a true blogger or a true lit. geek, but whichever the…
Pumpkin Chicken Chili
One of the things I love the most about living (and eating) in France is how easy and second-nature it is to eat with the seasons. The Shoe Fiend, one of my…