You know when you were little, and someone you saw every year at Christmas seemed to exclaim, every time you saw them, “You’ve gotten so tall!” And how it made you a…
Author: emiglia
Pizza Margherita and Family
Family is sacred in France, which means that one of the first questions I get when I detail the journey that brought me here is, “Don’t you miss your family?” I’ll be…
Blue Rice Pudding
Have you ever seen Office Space? It was a favorite of mine in high school, which is strange considering that I had never had a job more difficult than watching children for…
Apple Clafoutis (Flognarde)
When I first started writing, it was for my love of fiction. Of course I kept a diary, as I think the majority of pre-teen girls do, but I didn’t love documenting…
pasta, peas, lardons, chèvre
Spring is a slow business. Maybe it’s because we’re so eager for it; maybe it’s that spring days start to appear when winter hasn’t quite left for good yet. Spring is fickle,…
Chocolate Ganache Tart with Meringue
I didn’t ever really intend to study French literature. It’s kind of a strange thing to realize, now that I’m halfway through a Masters in the topic. I don’t know if everyone…
Raspberry Meringue Tart
The French and the Americans both seem to have a very clear image of what the other looks like: perhaps especially for the French, the Americans are a very clear entity, gleaned…
“Ligurian” Pesto
I tend to do things my own way, much to the chagrin of others around me. I’ve had the fortune or misfortune — I’m still unsure as to which — to take…
Mini Tarte Tatins and Apple Caramels
“How many times have you posted that tarte tatin recipe?” the Sous-Chef wants to know. The answer is two, now three, plus one other time when I posted a different tarte tatin…
Salon de l’Agriculture: What I Brought Home.
Being at home after an all-day feeding frenzy like the Salon de l’Agriculture is a little bit strange. You’ve sampled a bit of everything: some foie gras, some saucisson, a helluva lot…