The Almost Frenchman has found his match in the Almost American, someone I’ve met this year who yearns for America about as much as the AF yearns for France. I would love…
Tag: France
Pumpkin Black Bean Soup
I still think of myself as a shy person, something that someone who’s met me in the past five years or so probably wouldn’t understand. Now, I’m always the first one to…
Pumpkin Chicken Chili
One of the things I love the most about living (and eating) in France is how easy and second-nature it is to eat with the seasons. The Shoe Fiend, one of my…
Confiture d’abricot
Every morning, I ride the Paris métro for more than half of the line 8. It’s a long commute, but not altogether unpleasant, in large part because my bosses have a very…
Latkes
When I was seventeen, I was dead-set on the idea of moving back to New York as soon as I finished high school. In my mind, New York would be everything it…
Consular Adventures: A Novella
In both my city of birth and my adopted city, it is generally frowned upon to publicly display any emotion aside from rage (in the case of my city of birth) or…
Coq au vin and coming home
My first morning in Paris (OK, my most recent “first morning in Paris”) was tinged with excitement and nerves: I took the RER C from Breuillet into the city–a trip that used…
Homesick
It’s four o’clock in the morning, and I’ve slept two hours. I don’t have my contact lenses in, but I can’t be bothered to find any. Instead, I just pad down the…
A Tale of Two Desserts
When it comes to dessert, I’m in the minority: I’ve found that most people, the kids in Paziols included, are in the chocolate camp. I, meanwhile, could just as easily forgo chocolate…
A Tale of Two Gratins
We have made a habit, in Paziols, of eating off-season food. I’m not talking about ingredients–you’ve never seen so many tomatoes and zucchini in your life until you look in my Paziols…