Living amongst the French for so long has changed my opinions… and not necessarily in the ways that one might think. France, for example, is famous–especially in my capitalist country of origin–as…
Tag: Paris
Purée de Carrottes
On my 19th birthday–the birthday where you turn “legal” in Canada (I was still in Canada, at the time)–instead of going bar hopping or throwing a party, my friends and I took…
Flaneur à Paris
“Les gens de Paris ont l’air d’être toujours occupés, mais en fait ils se promènent du matin au soir.” I’ve discovered the writer known as Céline this year, a writer whose name…
Almost American
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…
Faits d’hiver
There’s a linguistics phenomenon–I’m drawing a blank on its name at the moment, though I’m sure someone will remind me promptly–that says that a person or culture will justify an erroneous statement…
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…
Le Salon du Chocolat
Halloween is not a very big deal in France. We Americans tend to ignore this fact: the past three years, Halloween has been as big an affair as it is back home,…
Soup for the Sick
I am sick today. Not very sick, mind you, but just sick enough that I feel pretty OK about lounging around my house in pajamas, whimpering softly at regular intervals and eating…
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…
Coq au vin with sautéed mushrooms
I have a really hard time living in the present… I think this is why I hate vacation. There’s nothing worse than discovering a new place with the ticking of the clock…