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…
Author: emiglia
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….
Fête de l’Abricot
No, it’s not apricot season. But I still have apricot jam from this summer lying around, and so can you (I am America, and So Can You!), if you pick up several…
Rôti de porc, homemade applesauce, “carrot fries”
I’m pretty lucky when it comes to the Country Boy… as far as boys are concerned, he falls on the “fairly awesome” side of the scale. No housecleaning task is too girly…
egg, yogurt, dill, cucumber, garlic, carrot, potato
Yesterday, as I sat in my Spanish class, it was all I could do to keep from laughing as my professor enumerated a list of things not to do, things that, today,…