The other day, The Country Boy looked at me with relative shock as I burst out laughing. I’m not without humor; it’s what made me laugh that made him so confused. Le…
Author: emiglia
Savory Summer Clafoutis
If 12-year-old me knew that there would be some days when I wouldn’t even think about the fact that I was a loser in 6th grade, I don’t think she would know…
Early Autumn Savory Fruit Salad
It’s hard to have the same voice in two languages. I’m not talking about timbre and tone, though I know my voice is pitched differently in French and in English. My father…
Feeling Good About 27
I am feeling really good about 27. I’m not too good at figuring out what my feelings are. I don’t have a lot of them — I mostly just have moods. Moods…
tomato, roasted onion, corn, tuna salad
I have a tendency to assume that every trouble I encounter — no matter how big or how small — has something to do with the fact that I live in a…
Cobb-ish Salad
I am fully aware of how odd this post will seem, coming right after the last one which was, for all intents and purposes, a long-winded whine about feeling homesick for a…
Barbecue Pork Roast, Corn, Avocado, Tomato
What is home? I know that I’m not alone in not knowing. While the same question used to cause me an unbelievable amount of anxiety, I feel as though it doesn’t trouble…
Pasta, Gorgonzola, Asparagus, Tomato
Watching a movie where the main character is an American falling for a European is always an extremely bizarre experience for me. It may seem like a strange thing to generalize, but…
Poached Eggs, Pea Mash, Goat Cheese Tartine
Two weeks ago, the Country Boy was right about ready to kill me. For several weeks prior, I’d been chanting a constant refrain pretty much nonstop. “My Daddy’s coming! My Daddy’s coming!”…
Raw Spaghetti and Tomato Sauce
My name is Emiglia, and I’m addicted to vegetables. I realize that that’s kind of an obnoxious thing to say. Like people who love running or people who don’t like chocolate. (While…