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…
Author: emiglia
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….
Barbecue Beef and Brie Pizza
I often forget, when it’s been a long time since I visited the Loiret, where the Country Boy is from, that Paris is not the rest of France. I even forget as…
Carambar Cake and My 7 Lives
Oh. Hello there. In case you’ve been wondering where I’ve been, I started a new job. It’s a very exciting, foodie-based job, and it has swallowed me whole and is only now…
Potimarron, goat cheese, caramelized onion chausson
Sometimes, when I get too happy, I start to freak out. It’s as though there’s a part of me watching my life from the outside, waiting to pounce on a perceived moment…