I never claimed to be French. I also never asked to be French. My love of France has nothing to do with my wanting to be French, as confused about that distinction…
Author: emiglia
Tomato Bruschetta
So long sweet summer I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays So long sweet summer I fell into you, now you’re gracefully falling away. – “So Long Sweet Summer,”…
spaghetti, corn, tomatoes, fennel, shrimp
Riding the line 10 between Michel-Ange and Odéon. Two boys get on at my stop, sit on the strapontins in front of me. I hardly notice them, and they certainly don’t notice me; all…
Asparagus Ranchero-Style Tostadas
Little sister is going to be ever-so-pleased that I’m finally posting this recipe. Not because she particularly liked it, though I like to think she did… more because this is one of…
Stuffed Zucchini with Basil
For the past year, I haven’t been to the grocery store. I suppose that’s not entirely true, though it does sometimes feel like it. I was actually frequently at the grocery store…
peach, goat cheese, coeur de laitue
Today at work, someone asked me if I like to cook. It’s not an odd question, rendered even less odd considering what exactly it is that I do. And yet I understand…
Les Misérables
I was destined to fall in love with Les Misérables. On June 5th, 1987, my (very young) parents had tickets to see the musical on Broadway. They went for Chinese food first. My…
radish, carrot, mushroom, parmesan
Hi friends. I’ve been meaning to come write this post for a long time. For several months, actually, but this whole full-time working thing is pretty tough to handle. Yes, I, the…
The 7th and Italian Baked Beans
Remember my Paris lives? I crossed one of them the other day. As one of my many, many jobs, I teach math to a young Canadian girl who lives in the 7th….
Brussels sprouts, pomegranate seeds, shallot vinaigrette
I’ve always felt as though I was an adult, even when I was a kid. My father tells a story of taking me to a toy store when I was about ten….