Working in Paziols is unlike working anywhere else: at most jobs, you arrive and you know approximately what your day is going to look like–make some calls, finish a project or two,…
Tag: France
Apéro, cargolade and bolas de picoulat
After more than three years of living in this country, I like to think that I’ve assimilated enough of the French culture to no longer feel like “one of them,” even if…
It’s all in the family…
I never wanted to go into the family business–then again, when your math skills are sub-par and the “family business” is an economic career you barely understand, it’s not a difficult decision…
Peach and Berry Galette
I’ve mentioned before that this year in Paziols is different from previous years. I’m not the only one who’s noticed it–even the girls who have come back from years before have mentioned…
Brunch for 30 and the Muffin Story
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…
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…
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…
Goodbye Cannes…
So… I have a confession to make. Remember that post you read yesterday? The one about the marché de Forville in Cannes? Well… it’s kind of a lie. Not that I don’t…