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…
Category: Breakfast
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…
Scrambled Eggs with Gruyère
The worst thing about having had a large part of my French instruction within a group of 20-something boys is that I am the only one laughing when, in illustrating grammar points…
Consular Adventures: A Novella
In both my city of birth and my adopted city, it is generally frowned upon to publicly display any emotion aside from rage (in the case of my city of birth) or…
Slow-Cooked Scrambled Eggs and the Moulin à Papier
When I was growing up, I wasn’t allowed to watch television. Well, I suppose that’s not entirely true. I was allowed to watch two shows: Mr. Rogers and Sesame Street, both of…
Maple Brown Sugar Oatmeal
When I was 17 years old, I attended a boarding school in Massachusetts… that much I think you know. When I was 17 years old, I was also very socially awkward… I…
Crepes
I was walking to the post office this morning when I realized it. I listened to my flip-flops flip-flopping on the tarmac. I relished the fact that I could stroll straight down…
Rosé and Fruit Salad
I used to hate picnics. I also used to hate lunch in general, but that’s neither here nor there. My opposition to picnics didn’t have anything to do with the outdoor setting,…
NTTC #2: Strawberry Bruschetta
My sister has always been a romantic. She and my mother can spend hours watching old Audrey Hepburn movies together. I’ve never been as into the classic romances: I consider them kind…
News and Polenta
For the past six months, I have had the pleasure of contributing one post a week to Accidental Hedonist. This blog is much better known than my ickle baby blog, and so…