Spring has this way of creeping up on you in Paris… and, for that matter, in New York. Spring of my youth in Manhattan was less of a season and more of…
Category: Salad
Frisée and Green Apple Salad
It’s January, but you wouldn’t guess it here in Paris. The streets are flooded with sunlight; it’s warm enough for a light jacket. If I had to guess, I’d say it was…
Writing musings and tuna fish
Most of the time, I love my job. Sure, I often have to write articles about things that I really, really don’t care about, but I know that if I go to…
The Hampton Jitney, the stars and Turkish Salad
“You don’t know how to live with people!” my sister says in a somewhat exasperated tone of voice. While most of the things that my sister says in an exasperated tone of…
Medieval Dinner
Working in Paziols is unlike working anywhere else: at most jobs, you arrive and you know approximately what your day is going to look like–make some calls, finish a project or two,…
Tomato Salad and My Junior Counselor
It’s been awhile. I’m sorry… really I am. I had the best of intentions to come on here and write every evening, but when your days start at six and end at…
Festival Frolicking and Salade Nicoise
I’ve been holding out on you all, and I’m sorry. I have a job at one of the most glamorous events in the world, and I haven’t even posted any pictures of…
Haddock with Roasted Tomato Salsa
When I was growing up, the Childhood BFF and I were inseparable. We met in preschool, and soon enough I was taking weekend refuge at her house–the home of an only child…
Au Revoir
“When you went home this time, I had a feeling you weren’t coming back,” he says when I tell him, finally. I’ve only just admitted it to myself: the next step is…
Carrottes Râpées
I get this odd sort of satisfaction from performing relatively mundane everyday tasks. I used to think that it was linked to language, that it was the satisfaction of employing phrases I…