“Le thé, ici, on sait toujours quand il commence, jamais quand il se termine.” The image that many people have of France from the outside — and, for that matter, from the…
Author: emiglia
Pink Salmon and Green Pea Purée
New Yorkers and Parisians have a lot of things in common. We’re both seen as rude by outsiders. We both have a way of maneuvering through the streets that make visitors feel…
Penne with Pesto, Peas, String Beans and Chèvre
I share a lot of my life on this blog… so much so that I feel as though you readers — the ones who hang around fairly often, anyway — know me….
Minestrone
I had lunch with the Law Professor again. Every single time we meet, we end up talking about something I’ve never thought of before, and yet it seems as though I’ve known…
Maroilles and Bienvenue Chez les Ch’tis
In case I haven’t broadcast it loudly enough in my past few posts: little sister is living with me now. I couldn’t be more thrilled. Little Sister is six years younger than…
Things I’ve Learned
A combination of things have got me thinking. The New Year. My little sister being here with me, sitting on the couch wrapped up in a duvet and listening to Billy Joel…
Quinoa with Roasted Tomatoes and Feta
In my house, I make dinner. I make a menu on Friday or Saturday, go shopping on Saturday or Monday, and buy my groceries for the week. And then I make dinner…
Poutine
How far are you willing to go to get what you want? It’s a question that’s difficult to answer honestly, even to yourself… perhaps especially then, in that secret place where you can be…
Medieval Beef Stew
The title of this post may be slightly misleading. You see, there isn’t really anything all that medieval about this beef stew. But there is something medieval about the wander that the…
Peanut Butter Cookies and the French Moral Compass
After seven years living outside the United States, I’m embarrassed to say that most of what I know about the way that the world works in my former home comes from television….