Have I told you that the Sous-Chef moved to Paris? Well, she did. It’s been more than four years since we first met in Paziols, and she’s featured on this blog more than…
Author: emiglia
Krakow and Polish Sausages
Last week, I saw my grandfather’s face beneath the black cap of a priest with a floor-brushing robe, dusting the frost from the streets of Krakow as he moved with a purpose…
Seafood Chowder
There are things they don’t tell you about living in Paris. They don’t tell you, for instance, that no matter how much you feel that it’s your home, someone who has no…
Mushroom Ragu and Polenta
I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before, but Professor Snark and her husband don’t live in Paris anymore. It was a very sudden move, which in all honesty is why I didn’t…
Chicken and Mac
This weekend, I saw some friends I haven’t seen in awhile. They reminded me that it’s been nearly three years since my brother came to stay, had dinner with us on The…
White and Green Bean Salad and Paris Mornings
Ever since the Country Boy has started working, our routine has changed. It’s surprising how quickly I’ve gotten used to the new rhythm of things. TCB works outside of Paris and has…
potiron, lardons, thym, fromage de vache
There are phrases that regularly come out of my mouth in French that I’d never say in English. Bonne journée. Bonne soirée. Bon dimanche. When was the last time you heard some one…
magret de canard, duck fat potatoes
I never claimed to be French. I also never asked to be French. My love of France has nothing to do with my wanting to be French, as confused about that distinction…
Tomato Bruschetta
So long sweet summer I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays So long sweet summer I fell into you, now you’re gracefully falling away. – “So Long Sweet Summer,”…
spaghetti, corn, tomatoes, fennel, shrimp
Riding the line 10 between Michel-Ange and Odéon. Two boys get on at my stop, sit on the strapontins in front of me. I hardly notice them, and they certainly don’t notice me; all…