For those of you who do not speak Basque and may have been confused by yesterday’s post, agur is Basque for “goodbye.” Yes, I have left San Sebastian, back in my home…
Tag: France
Cargolade
One of the ados (teenagers) from the first session (you know who you are…) made fun of me once for writing the phrase “I used to think I was a city girl…”…
Normal
It’s incredible how quickly something that was foreign and bizarre can become a natural and normal part of your daily life. It’s even more strange how quickly something that used to be…
Poulet Rôti
When I was growing up, I was fascinated by everything that went on in the kitchen. I hovered at my mother’s elbow, trying to get a better look. I asked every two…
A la bolognaise
It’s incredible what a difference a year makes. A year ago, I was in Paziols, but the similarities end there. A year ago, Alex and I weren’t together. A year ago, I…
Becoming a Wine-O: 2007 Côtes du Rhône Domaine de la Berthète
I’ve always been obsessed with wine: the way it looks, the way it tastes, the way it smells. I love the fact that it’s alive, that the process has been perfected over…
Spring Peas Two Ways
I used to be offended when market vendors tried to foist their deals on me. I thought it was a reflection on my status as a foreigner, something I’ve always hated. I…
Pierre Hermé
Anyone who’s been to Paris and gone to the mecca of the macaron probably recognized the box in the picture I posted yesterday. Want to see what’s inside? I thought so. I…
Mont d’Or
I had read about Mont d’Or somewhere on the web, so when I found the prepackaged cheese-as-a-meal at my local grocery store, I had a vague idea of what it was. It…
Thanksgiving
I know, I know… my Thanksgiving post is late. But to be fair, my Thanksgiving was late: I had it on Friday. It was tons of fun… and unlike last year, it…