There are phrases that regularly come out of my mouth in French that I’d never say in English. Bonne journée. Bonne soirée. Bon dimanche. When was the last time you heard some one…
Tag: France
magret de canard, duck fat potatoes
I never claimed to be French. I also never asked to be French. My love of France has nothing to do with my wanting to be French, as confused about that distinction…
Les Misérables
I was destined to fall in love with Les Misérables. On June 5th, 1987, my (very young) parents had tickets to see the musical on Broadway. They went for Chinese food first. My…
Barbecue Beef and Brie Pizza
I often forget, when it’s been a long time since I visited the Loiret, where the Country Boy is from, that Paris is not the rest of France. I even forget as…
Carambar Cake and My 7 Lives
Oh. Hello there. In case you’ve been wondering where I’ve been, I started a new job. It’s a very exciting, foodie-based job, and it has swallowed me whole and is only now…
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…
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…
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….