Last night, I went to mass with the Country Boy’s grandmother. As much as my father likes to believe that France is a Catholic country, it’s not. It hasn’t been, really, since…
Tag: Paris
Another Salade Niçoise
I don’t feel like a foreigner anymore. I suppose it’s been a long time coming, but I had an “aha!” moment yesterday. We came out to Coullons to visit The Country Boy’s…
Thanksgiving(s) 2013
This post is a bit (um… 2 months) late, but I have my reasons. Not the least of which is the fact that December seems to breeze by, especially when Christmas is…
Seafood Chowder
There are things they don’t tell you about living in Paris. They don’t tell you, for instance, that no matter how much you feel that it’s your home, someone who has no…
Mushroom Ragu and Polenta
I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before, but Professor Snark and her husband don’t live in Paris anymore. It was a very sudden move, which in all honesty is why I didn’t…
potiron, lardons, thym, fromage de vache
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…
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…
The 7th and Italian Baked Beans
Remember my Paris lives? I crossed one of them the other day. As one of my many, many jobs, I teach math to a young Canadian girl who lives in the 7th….
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…