I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who was obsessed with those “who are you most like” tests in high school. I distinctly remember filling one out while at Andover that would…
Author: emiglia
Mediterranean Pasta with Feta Sauce and Used Books
When I was growing up, my father called me Emily Reader. The capitalization is my own, an interpretation of the way he said it. As though that were my name. My mother…
Thanksgiving(s) 2013
This post is a bit (um… 2 months) late, but I have my reasons. Not the least of which is the fact that December seems to breeze by, especially when Christmas is…
Christmas Cookies
Have I told you that the Sous-Chef moved to Paris? Well, she did. It’s been more than four years since we first met in Paziols, and she’s featured on this blog more than…
Krakow and Polish Sausages
Last week, I saw my grandfather’s face beneath the black cap of a priest with a floor-brushing robe, dusting the frost from the streets of Krakow as he moved with a purpose…
Seafood Chowder
There are things they don’t tell you about living in Paris. They don’t tell you, for instance, that no matter how much you feel that it’s your home, someone who has no…
Mushroom Ragu and Polenta
I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before, but Professor Snark and her husband don’t live in Paris anymore. It was a very sudden move, which in all honesty is why I didn’t…
Chicken and Mac
This weekend, I saw some friends I haven’t seen in awhile. They reminded me that it’s been nearly three years since my brother came to stay, had dinner with us on The…
White and Green Bean Salad and Paris Mornings
Ever since the Country Boy has started working, our routine has changed. It’s surprising how quickly I’ve gotten used to the new rhythm of things. TCB works outside of Paris and has…
potiron, lardons, thym, fromage de vache
There are phrases that regularly come out of my mouth in French that I’d never say in English. Bonne journée. Bonne soirée. Bon dimanche. When was the last time you heard some one…