It may seem strange to post this right after posting that spring is officially here, but I was a little bit late on my last post, I guess, and on top of…
Category: Recipes
Late Winter Salad
Getting to work in the morning has become different in the past few weeks. For one, I go to the gym before work, which means that I get to the neighborhood quite…
Chèvre, Asparagus, Peas, Arugula
Before I moved to France, I didn’t know that cheese had a season. Luckily, I have a Country Boy, who has taught me many things: – Usually in French apartments, all of…
Another Salade Niçoise
I don’t feel like a foreigner anymore. I suppose it’s been a long time coming, but I had an “aha!” moment yesterday. We came out to Coullons to visit The Country Boy’s…
Spinach Risotto and Roasted Cherry Tomatoes
“Inferior people talk about others, average people talk about things, superior people talk about ideas.” -Dr. Robert Monaco
I don’t think that I’m alone in that I never met my paternal grandfather. I have a lot of friends who, growing up had just a few or even one grandparent, and I had three, plus my maternal great-grandfather, so I was doing pretty OK as far as grandparents are concerned. That being said, when I was very young — maybe four or five — I was obsessed with knowing everything there was to know about my grandfather.
Crawfish Mac and Cheese
I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who was obsessed with those “who are you most like” tests in high school. I distinctly remember filling one out while at Andover that would…
Mediterranean Pasta with Feta Sauce and Used Books
When I was growing up, my father called me Emily Reader. The capitalization is my own, an interpretation of the way he said it. As though that were my name. My mother…
Thanksgiving(s) 2013
This post is a bit (um… 2 months) late, but I have my reasons. Not the least of which is the fact that December seems to breeze by, especially when Christmas is…
Christmas Cookies
Have I told you that the Sous-Chef moved to Paris? Well, she did. It’s been more than four years since we first met in Paziols, and she’s featured on this blog more than…
Krakow and Polish Sausages
Last week, I saw my grandfather’s face beneath the black cap of a priest with a floor-brushing robe, dusting the frost from the streets of Krakow as he moved with a purpose…