I never claimed to be French. I also never asked to be French. My love of France has nothing to do with my wanting to be French, as confused about that distinction…
Category: Paris et Ma Vie
All things Parisian, and tidbits about my life
spaghetti, corn, tomatoes, fennel, shrimp
Riding the line 10 between Michel-Ange and Odéon. Two boys get on at my stop, sit on the strapontins in front of me. I hardly notice them, and they certainly don’t notice me; all…
Les Misérables
I was destined to fall in love with Les Misérables. On June 5th, 1987, my (very young) parents had tickets to see the musical on Broadway. They went for Chinese food first. My…
The 7th and Italian Baked Beans
Remember my Paris lives? I crossed one of them the other day. As one of my many, many jobs, I teach math to a young Canadian girl who lives in the 7th….
Barbecue Beef and Brie Pizza
I often forget, when it’s been a long time since I visited the Loiret, where the Country Boy is from, that Paris is not the rest of France. I even forget as…
Carambar Cake and My 7 Lives
Oh. Hello there. In case you’ve been wondering where I’ve been, I started a new job. It’s a very exciting, foodie-based job, and it has swallowed me whole and is only now…
Pancakes and Eggs
When I was growing up, my father didn’t cook all that much. He made excellent spaghetti on occasion. Once, when we had just moved into a new house, he cooked up a…
Roasted Brussels Sprouts, Potimarron and Bacon
I don’t always take advantage of Paris as much as I should, but since my sister has arrived, I’ve been trying a lot more, if only to give her something to do…
Senegalese Chickpeas
“Le thé, ici, on sait toujours quand il commence, jamais quand il se termine.” The image that many people have of France from the outside — and, for that matter, from the…
Salon du Chocolat
This year, my good friend Edna suggested that we visit the Salon du Chocolat, right outside my window at the nearby Porte de Versailles Salon des Expositions. We decided to force the boys…