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,…
Author: emiglia
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…
3 Perfect Days in Paris
The other day, I got an e-mail from a friend of mine from my days in Cannes, asking for Paris recommendations for a long weekend to give to some friends of hers….
Writing musings and tuna fish
Most of the time, I love my job. Sure, I often have to write articles about things that I really, really don’t care about, but I know that if I go to…
The Hampton Jitney, the stars and Turkish Salad
“You don’t know how to live with people!” my sister says in a somewhat exasperated tone of voice. While most of the things that my sister says in an exasperated tone of…