It’s been awhile, but I’m not going to apologize: I like to think of those of you who are out there, mostly silent but sometimes appearing out of cyberspace with words of…
Author: emiglia
Asparagus and White Bean Pasta
Just when I think I’m completely out of new, healthy, tasty ideas for the kitchen… spring happens. And with spring, comes asparagus. Yes, I know there are a lot of spring vegetables:…
The Country Boy’s Brownies
The more time I spend away from home, I find, the more time I spend thinking about my childhood, more specifically, the way my mother raised us. I see children in public…
Smoked Salmon Scramble for Easter
Spending a lot of time moving around also means spending a lot of time being homesick. My Baudelaire quote–the one I was obsessed with for years–says “I think I could always be…
Salade Composée
I’ve developed traditions slowly, quietly, without even thinking about them. It takes an external person, someone who wasn’t there along the way with me, to comment on something that, to me, is…
Seafood Saganaki
When my mother says, “She’s cute,” it’s a compliment, but it doesn’t necessarily mean what you think it means. Generally, “She’s cute,” when uttered by my mother, doesn’t mean that the person…
Mustard Pork Roast with Apples
It’s difficult to explain to people who don’t live in Paris how easy it is to forget that I’m here. I’m not saying this to rub it in your faces, honestly. Sometimes…
A Time for Pagnol
There’s a time of year–that first little itch of spring, the first morning that you can walk out your front door without shivering, the first afternoon where you can shrug your jacket…
Blood Orange Olive Oil Cake
It’s been awhile since I wrote anything literary on here, though it’s not for lack of reading. To say I’ve been reading a lot would be a gross understatement, though it’s not…
Blueberry Pancakes
In France, they serve crêpes on Mardi Gras, but the Country Boy is more than willing to accept new traditions, especially when they come in the form of blueberry pancakes. I went…