I’ve developed traditions slowly, quietly, without even thinking about them. It takes an external person, someone who wasn’t there along the way with me, to comment on something that, to me, is…
Tag: Whole30
Mustard Pork Roast with Apples
It’s difficult to explain to people who don’t live in Paris how easy it is to forget that I’m here. I’m not saying this to rub it in your faces, honestly. Sometimes…
Tuna with Spring Onion
Spring has this way of creeping up on you in Paris… and, for that matter, in New York. Spring of my youth in Manhattan was less of a season and more of…
Colorful Roasted Vegetables
Normal is defined by everyone as the familiar, as what they know. When you’re a child, your normal is defined by your environment, namely, your family. It’s the reason why people start…
Frisée and Green Apple Salad
It’s January, but you wouldn’t guess it here in Paris. The streets are flooded with sunlight; it’s warm enough for a light jacket. If I had to guess, I’d say it was…
Meudon and Midnight Tomatoes
When I was growing up, I used to save everything. Letters, homework papers, candy wrappers… just in case. In case of what, I’m not sure–I don’t know that I knew at the…
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…
Writing musings and tuna fish
Most of the time, I love my job. Sure, I often have to write articles about things that I really, really don’t care about, but I know that if I go to…
The Hampton Jitney, the stars and Turkish Salad
“You don’t know how to live with people!” my sister says in a somewhat exasperated tone of voice. While most of the things that my sister says in an exasperated tone of…
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…