In my house, I make dinner. I make a menu on Friday or Saturday, go shopping on Saturday or Monday, and buy my groceries for the week. And then I make dinner…
Poutine
How far are you willing to go to get what you want? It’s a question that’s difficult to answer honestly, even to yourself… perhaps especially then, in that secret place where you can be…
Medieval Beef Stew
The title of this post may be slightly misleading. You see, there isn’t really anything all that medieval about this beef stew. But there is something medieval about the wander that the…
Peanut Butter Cookies and the French Moral Compass
After seven years living outside the United States, I’m embarrassed to say that most of what I know about the way that the world works in my former home comes from television….
autumn roast pork, potimarron, chestnuts, onion
When I first moved to France, I was convinced that I would glide effortlessly into a group of French people, and these people would be my French friends. Co-expats, you may now…
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…
The Salon des Gourmets
I went to the Salon des Gourmets at Porte de Versailles. It was much smaller than the Salon de l’Agriculture, but that didn’t stop me from making a little dent. I brought the Country Boy this…
Monday Morning
Monday morning. It’s been a month since this route is my morning routine, but I still forget to head towards Mairie d’Issy – just one stop – instead of towards Porte de…
Pork Roast with Cherry-Beer Sauce
I think I’m getting old. And yes, I’m fully aware of the irony of that statement. But it doesn’t make it feel less true. I feel like I’m getting older, like there’s…
Ratatouille à Cheval
When I first came to France, I was convinced that everything would be French. And while I was partially correct — there were customs, foods, and of course the language that were completely foreign…