A few days ago, I posted a recipe for some transcendental scrambled eggs, eggs that were made and consumed here in France… in the morning. For my American and British readers, this…
Slow-Cooked Scrambled Eggs and the Moulin à Papier
When I was growing up, I wasn’t allowed to watch television. Well, I suppose that’s not entirely true. I was allowed to watch two shows: Mr. Rogers and Sesame Street, both of…
I Come Bearing Pie
*Creeps out from around the corner.* “Are you mad?” Seriously… I’m sorry for disappearing like that. I wish I could warn you before the storm comes, but I never seem to know…
Peach Clafoutis
I speak slowly and carefully, even when I’m doing a million things at once. “Met les pâtes dans la casserole,” I say to one of the girls. She looks at the giant…
Tarte Tatin
I am–and always have been–of the school of thought that says that people don’t change. Maybe a little bit, OK, I admit, but really, most people–and most things–don’t change all that much….
Chocolate Mousse
When I was growing up, I was fairly well-known amongst friends, teachers and family members for my catagorical lack of organizational skills. I forgot my books at school at least once a…
Tomato Salad and My Junior Counselor
It’s been awhile. I’m sorry… really I am. I had the best of intentions to come on here and write every evening, but when your days start at six and end at…
Ratatouille
It’s funny how I forget how much I love France until I’m back–I know how much you are all probably tired of hearing this over and over again, but each time I…
Tomato Paella
After several years of doing fairly ridiculous things whilst traveling, I’ve gotten to the point where, when I suggest spending the night in an airport/train station/bus stop to make a cheap layover…