It’s easy, when you first move to a foreign country, to over-generalize everything. First, you generalize based on stereotypes, expecting that all French men have a moustache, a beret and a striped…
Penne, Potimarron, Goat Cheese, Bacon, Fried Sage
It’s very, very cold. So cold that my hair freezes when I go outside, and when I open the windows in the kitchen, the steam immediately freezes and makes it look as…
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…
Pink Salmon and Green Pea Purée
New Yorkers and Parisians have a lot of things in common. We’re both seen as rude by outsiders. We both have a way of maneuvering through the streets that make visitors feel…
Penne with Pesto, Peas, String Beans and Chèvre
I share a lot of my life on this blog… so much so that I feel as though you readers — the ones who hang around fairly often, anyway — know me….
Minestrone
I had lunch with the Law Professor again. Every single time we meet, we end up talking about something I’ve never thought of before, and yet it seems as though I’ve known…
Maroilles and Bienvenue Chez les Ch’tis
In case I haven’t broadcast it loudly enough in my past few posts: little sister is living with me now. I couldn’t be more thrilled. Little Sister is six years younger than…
Things I’ve Learned
A combination of things have got me thinking. The New Year. My little sister being here with me, sitting on the couch wrapped up in a duvet and listening to Billy Joel…