I work in tourism, which means that I meet a lot of Americans who are quite happy when I open my mouth and un-accented English comes out. “Your English is amazing!” they…
Bent-Out-of-Shape Pretzels
I sometimes wonder who the first person was who decided to use the phrase “bent out of shape” to describe another human being. It makes me think of a paperclip that someone’s…
Not Risotto Milanese
I’ve made real risotto milanese before. I even wrote about it, posted a recipe and took pictures. This is risotto milanese. This is not. Aside from the stark difference in color, there…
Sorry for the radio silence…
A close friend of mine and the Country Boy’s died suddenly this week, and I’ve been away from cooking and blogging. We’ll be back to regularly scheduled programming soon.
Apple Butter
After my apple picking adventure last week, I had a lot of apples. While I generally see nothing wrong with having a surplus of any fruit or vegetable, I knew that having…
Figs, goat cheese, and my market
Life in Paris doesn’t always look exactly the way that one might expect. I sort of hope that, in writing this blog, I clarify some of the over-romanticized notions of living in…
Roast Chicken Thighs with Apples
When I was growing up, we went apple picking every fall. Usually with our cousins, but sometimes alone, we filled giant paper bags with McIntosh apples, eating them as we picked until…
potimarron, goat cheese, caramelized onions, crust, tomatoes
Being an eternal student, I’ve always felt — and still do — that the year starts in September. January is so random, so in the dead of winter. It doesn’t feel like…
Dol-de-Bretagne
It’s been awhile since we discussed food, which I realize, as the writer of a food blog, is strange, so let’s remedy that straight away: the last stop on the Sous-Chef’s and…
Mont St-Michel and St-Malo
I don’t vacation very often; I generally don’t like it. I don’t love living out of a suitcase. I don’t like deciding what’s essential from my bathroom cupboards before leaving, only to…