I used to be offended when market vendors tried to foist their deals on me. I thought it was a reflection on my status as a foreigner, something I’ve always hated. I…
Author: emiglia
Sicilian Drowned Broccoli
I do have a lot more posts about Paris to share with you, but before I do, I need to tell you about this broccoli. And no, contrary to what you may…
Pierre Hermé
Anyone who’s been to Paris and gone to the mecca of the macaron probably recognized the box in the picture I posted yesterday. Want to see what’s inside? I thought so. I…
I’m Back!
I know I’ve kind of fallen off the face of the Earth, but I have an explanation: my aunt was here! We walked all over Paris for a week. My legs are…
Spaghetti and Meatballs
I have a list of foods that I do not, under any circumstances, cook. Mostly, it’s because I had a poor experience making them when I first started cooking in Toronto: hamburgers,…
Technical Difficulties…
In case you haven’t noticed, the sidebar on my page has jumped down to the bottom, a place where a sidebar is not meant to be. I have tried to tempt it…
Pink Risotto
First, some housekeeping: I got a comment saying that my font is difficult to read. Is this the general consensus? I find it quite easy to read, but then again, I’m on…
What’s in a name?
When I introduce myself in French, I say that my name is Emilie, which it’s not. It’s Emily (which the French take to pronouncing Hem-lee). I don’t know why I do it….
Daring Bakers: Lasagne Verdi al Forno
The March 2009 challenge is hosted by Mary of Beans and Caviar, Melinda of Melbourne Larder and Enza of Io Da Grande. They have chosen Lasagne of Emilia-Romagna from The Splendid Table…
Cake Day: Lemon Cake
I’m starting to understand the distinction between what are traditionally considered “guys’ jobs” and “girls’ jobs.” Of course, there are exceptions to all of these, but there are certain chores, certain jobs…