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…
Month: March 2011
A Time for Pagnol
There’s a time of year–that first little itch of spring, the first morning that you can walk out your front door without shivering, the first afternoon where you can shrug your jacket…
Blood Orange Olive Oil Cake
It’s been awhile since I wrote anything literary on here, though it’s not for lack of reading. To say I’ve been reading a lot would be a gross understatement, though it’s not…
Blueberry Pancakes
In France, they serve crêpes on Mardi Gras, but the Country Boy is more than willing to accept new traditions, especially when they come in the form of blueberry pancakes. I went…
Potato-Leek Soup
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…