So… I have a confession to make. Remember that post you read yesterday? The one about the marché de Forville in Cannes? Well… it’s kind of a lie. Not that I don’t…
Author: emiglia
March̩ de Forville РCannes
Going to the market in France isn’t so much a shopping experiene as it is an experience in culture–in America, we readily throw on our pajama pants and go to the local…
Ravioli with Fava Beans
When I was in high school, I was infamous with the girls in my dorm for the color-coded Post-Its lined up along my desk, detailing the events of my days over the…
Courgettes et Tomates à la Provencale
If you want to be viewed as a tourist in France, there is one surefire way to do it. It’s not speaking English loudly, although that helps your case, as does carrying…
Purple Endive
When I first came to Cannes, it was with a study abroad group. We stayed at the Collège International, which granted us, amongst other things, access to the cantine–dining hall. I had…
Festival Frolicking and Salade Nicoise
I’ve been holding out on you all, and I’m sorry. I have a job at one of the most glamorous events in the world, and I haven’t even posted any pictures of…
Cookbook Spotlight: Seasonal Fruit Desserts
I’ve been reading through some of my posts from the past few months, and I must say to any of you who are still reading–I apologize for whining so much. Contrary to…
Paella and Cannes
There’s something really lovely about the beach. Cities are great and I love skiing, but when it all comes down to it, there’s something pretty magical about going to sleep and hearing…
Goodbye Paris
There are two things that are integral to my personal happiness: 1) The time, inclination, environment and inspiration conducive to writing. 2) The availability of things to do–people to see, errands to…
Steak Tartare
The past few months in New York have been some of the most multicultural of my life–I may have been living in my childhood home, but I was working for a French…