Dear Reader, I haven’t forgotten you, I swear. It’s just that when your livelihood depends on whether nearly thirty children are wearing the appropriate footwear for wading in a stone-bottomed river, ensuring…
On est de retour…
There’s a tiny town in the heart of the Aude, in Southwestern France. It’s nowhere near Nice; it’s far enough from Spain so that no one will understand you if you start…
Clafoutis aux cerises
Yesterday, I mentioned the fact that my absence from blogging while in New York stemmed from two different reasons; today, I approach the second: France itself. This trip back to New York…
Simple Clams
I often notice — as do many others — the plethora of tourists who seem incapable of detaching their cameras from their eyes, and I wonder: with the viewfinder blocking their view,…
Belgian Endive
I’ve been silent recently; I’m sorry. This is a little message to say… I’m going to remain silent for a little while longer. Sorry. If you miss me and want to read…
Grilled Watermelon Salad
Since moving to France more than four years ago, I’ve developed a routine connecting me to home: my mother comes for her biannual trips in October and April, and I make the…
Tiramisu
I’m really not a huge fan of dessert, and I’m even less a fan of chocolate. I apologize for the blasphemy, but it’s true: I’d much prefer a cheese plate, or maybe…
Steak au vin rouge
Yes, I know that it’s blistering out everywhere, and the last thing you probably want to eat is steak in a butter-laden sauce, but I have a reason for posting this now,…
Balsamic Chicken
“I was very nearly born on Long Island. It would have been the perfect story – I’ve long considered the small town of Quiogue, a little blip on the map of the…
Chocolate Chunk Oatmeal Cookies
Tilleul. Moelleux. Huit. Mûre. Pas du tout. If you’ve spoken to me in French, you’ve probably heard me complain about at least one of these words. They’re the words that, in my…