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….
Author: emiglia
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…
Flashback to San Sebastian
Sometimes, people happen to be interested in really useful things, like my ex, the Parisian, who was really, genuinely interested in fixing computers. So much so that it didn’t even bother him…
Coq au vin and coming home
My first morning in Paris (OK, my most recent “first morning in Paris”) was tinged with excitement and nerves: I took the RER C from Breuillet into the city–a trip that used…
Apartment Hunting and Brussels Sprouts
Apartment hunting is definitely not my favorite kind of shopping. I mean, sure, it’s fun if you have all the time in the world or all the money in the world, but…
Homesick
It’s four o’clock in the morning, and I’ve slept two hours. I don’t have my contact lenses in, but I can’t be bothered to find any. Instead, I just pad down the…
Paella
It’s strange how quickly you start to intuit cooking for a large group of people, once you’ve got your groove. Our trips to the supermarket were epic: five whole chickens, packs of…
A Tale of Two Desserts
When it comes to dessert, I’m in the minority: I’ve found that most people, the kids in Paziols included, are in the chocolate camp. I, meanwhile, could just as easily forgo chocolate…
A Tale of Two Gratins
We have made a habit, in Paziols, of eating off-season food. I’m not talking about ingredients–you’ve never seen so many tomatoes and zucchini in your life until you look in my Paziols…