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…
Author: emiglia
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…
I’m Home
I like New York. I swear, I do. I like my new apartment. I love my new roommates. I like being near my parents. I like the 24-hour Subway, 24-hour Duane Reade…
Haddock with Roasted Tomato Salsa
When I was growing up, the Childhood BFF and I were inseparable. We met in preschool, and soon enough I was taking weekend refuge at her house–the home of an only child…
Mom’s Roast Chicken
When I was in high school, one of my best friends, the Violist, had an ongoing struggle with artichokes. She loved them, and whenever they featured on a menu, she wanted to…