Those of you who knew me as a Linguistics major in Toronto probably know quite a few things about language that you didn’t ever feel the need to learn, such as the…
Author: emiglia
Bob and Chicken Sweet Potato Chili
One of the first things I learned when I first moved to France–not when I was fourteen and lived en famille, but when I was in Cannes and actually had to take…
Confiture d’abricot
Every morning, I ride the Paris métro for more than half of the line 8. It’s a long commute, but not altogether unpleasant, in large part because my bosses have a very…
Pasta with Tomatoes and Pesto Rosso
I’m gonna let you in on a little secret: my absolute favorite thing to do when I visit my friends at their houses is to wait until they are otherwise engaged (bathroom,…
Pork Stew
SCENE A Paris apartment. It is Sunday, which, as all good Parisians know, is the perfect day to mope around in your pajamas, drink lots of coffee, do all your laundry and…
Latkes
When I was seventeen, I was dead-set on the idea of moving back to New York as soon as I finished high school. In my mind, New York would be everything it…
Coq au vin with sautéed mushrooms
I have a really hard time living in the present… I think this is why I hate vacation. There’s nothing worse than discovering a new place with the ticking of the clock…
Je suis arrivée…
For the past eight years–my God, that’s a long time–I’ve spent an inordinate amount of my time in airports. First it was Boston-NY, the shuttle that I could buy from a machine…
Corn and Basil Pasta
I am an eternal optimist. You may not believe me; at first glance, I seem to be pretty good at complaining, and while I have taken this French pasttime to heart–I can…
Consular Adventures: A Novella
In both my city of birth and my adopted city, it is generally frowned upon to publicly display any emotion aside from rage (in the case of my city of birth) or…