I realize that this blog is becoming less and less food-centered and more and more travel centered, but never fear: soon, I will be back to my kitchen–my favorite kitchen in the…
Author: emiglia
Cork and the English Market
You know you’re a food geek when you’re willing to wake up at 8 in the morning after a night of beer, cider and more beer to visit the English Market in…
Dublin
I attended Catholic school for the first several years of my life–until I was fifteen. I didn’t live in a preachy household; I don’t remember ever feeling suffocated by faith. Rather, our…
…Hello Edinburgh
Hello from Edinburgh! … OK… I’ll let you in on a secret. Not actually in Edinburgh. Haven’t been in Edinburgh for a few days. But I’m behind on my posts, and I’m…
Goodbye Cannes…
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…
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…