I didn’t used to like watching television in France. The choices generally range from poorly dubbed American sitcoms and even poorer French versions; I watch the evening news and American shows in…
Author: emiglia
sanglier, gaulois, dol de bretagne
I’m afraid that I may not have been entirely frank with you, friends. You see, as I reread past posts about my life here in France, you get all of the good…
Spaghetti and Tomato Sauce… home on a plate.
It’s not uncommon for people, during university or right after, to end up in Paris. It may not seem so to the unassuming tourist, but the truth is, Paris, is teeming with…
Tartiflette
When I was first learning to cook, I worshipped cookbooks and cooking magazines. I clipped recipes, bookmarked them on blogs, constantly referred to my Giada di Laurentiis book for the exact way…
pork roast, cornbread, cucumber salad
Sunday lunchtime is a serious affair in France. Around noon, the stairwell in my seven-story building starts to smell like garlic, onions, roasting chicken skin. The line from the bakery goes out…
Grilled Cheese and Tomato Soup
The past year has felt a bit like the start of a new chapter in my life, which is a strange feeling to have when you’re right in the middle of it….
I love Paris… and beef bourguignon
When I was growing up, I was never the one who was all that into romance movies. Most of my best friends were guys or girls who were also mostly friends with…
Fajita Chicken
Living as an American in Paris — and I assume in most international, cosmopolitan cities — gives you automatic admission into a special club of other people trying to do the same…
Soulatgé, bread, pottery
There comes a time, every fall, when I start to realize quite how much I miss Paziols. Leaving Paziols isn’t like leaving New York. I never stay in New York long; I’m…
Crema Catalana
I remember, when I was growing up and going to Catholic school, I decided I wanted to read “all the laws.” I came from a school system where the “rules” were clear….