I never post things like this. In fact, for a food blogger, I don’t write that much about food, at least not here. It’s something I was discussing with a friend of…
Author: emiglia
Chicken Burrito Bowls with Zucchini and Stone Fruit Salsa
Ah… the Americans have returned. Yes, that is a strange thing to say in Paris — even putting aside the fact that I am American and therefore have no real reason to be commenting…
Charred Tomato, White Anchovy, Chimichurri Tartine & 10 Things I Don’t Like About France
When I moved to France, I had no image of what it would be like, no wildly romantic notions of France or Paris. In fact, I fell in love with Paris slowly….
Quinoa, Peach, Balsamic Chicken, Chickpeas, Feta
I went home this summer. I also went to New York, where I was born, but that’s not what I mean. It’s hard, sometimes, as someone without roots, as someone who has…
Chicken, Blackberries, Feta, Mango, Spinach & 10 Things I Really Like About France
I really like French trains. Not because they’re usually on time, which, in my experience (and contrary to most), they tend to be, and not because they’re inexpensive, which, in general, they…
Chicken and Roasted Tomato Sandwich
Sorry not sorry*… I really like my life. You’re not supposed to say that. When someone asks you how things are going, you’re supposed to say, “OK.” You’re supposed to say, “All…
Tuna and Cannellini Bean Salad
Isn’t it strange how some foods, some dishes, some flavors are associated with a place in time and space? Sensory memory is a strange, strange thing. One moment you’re walking down the…
Hotel Stories and A Cheesy, Sausagy Baguette
I’ve missed my weird part-time jobs. Weird part-time jobs have been an essential part of my successfully living in Europe for this long. There was that time I corrected (i.e. rewrote) a…
How the Grinch (ahem… the French Administration) Tried to Steal Christmas and Failed, Miserably. Also, Magret de Canard.
This is only the second year in the nearly eight that I’ve lived here that I’ve spent Christmas in France, but it’s the first time it happened at least partially by choice….
Stories from the Préfecture: My Christmas Present to Myself
Someday, I promise myself, I’ll write all this down. Someday it will turn into a book. A story. Something funny, where the reader empathizes with the narrator and yet has no idea…