I often notice — as do many others — the plethora of tourists who seem incapable of detaching their cameras from their eyes, and I wonder: with the viewfinder blocking their view,…
Author: emiglia
Belgian Endive
I’ve been silent recently; I’m sorry. This is a little message to say… I’m going to remain silent for a little while longer. Sorry. If you miss me and want to read…
Grilled Watermelon Salad
Since moving to France more than four years ago, I’ve developed a routine connecting me to home: my mother comes for her biannual trips in October and April, and I make the…
Tiramisu
I’m really not a huge fan of dessert, and I’m even less a fan of chocolate. I apologize for the blasphemy, but it’s true: I’d much prefer a cheese plate, or maybe…
Steak au vin rouge
Yes, I know that it’s blistering out everywhere, and the last thing you probably want to eat is steak in a butter-laden sauce, but I have a reason for posting this now,…
Balsamic Chicken
“I was very nearly born on Long Island. It would have been the perfect story – I’ve long considered the small town of Quiogue, a little blip on the map of the…
Chocolate Chunk Oatmeal Cookies
Tilleul. Moelleux. Huit. Mûre. Pas du tout. If you’ve spoken to me in French, you’ve probably heard me complain about at least one of these words. They’re the words that, in my…
Foodbuzz 24×24: A Proustian Picnic
Et tout d’un coup le souvenir m’est apparu. Ce goût, c’était celui du petit morceau de madeleine que le dimanche matin à Combray (parce que ce jour-là je ne sortais pas avant…
Salade composée with tuna, asparagus and new potatoes
My mom is not a big fan of chocolate. She doesn’t like sweets that much at all, except a bite of really good lemon tart, a nibble of a palmier or maybe…
Pesto Rosso Stuffed Chicken Breasts
Un historien de l’an 4500 regarde des livres d’histoire de la France. “Louis XIII, Louis XIV, Louis XV, Louis XVI… Louis XVIII… Mais… c’est quoi cette famille qui ne sait pas compter…