I’ve been in Paziols. This was supposed to be a 4th of July post, but the 4th of July, like pretty much every day, kind of just flew by, until suddenly, it…
Author: emiglia
Mirabelle Clafoutis
We are without Internet. It’s incredible how simultaneously frustrating, relaxing, alienating, and eye-opening it is. When I say we, I of course mean, we in Paziols. Long-time readers know that my usual…
Eggs and Lox and Daddy
There are a lot of posts up all over the Internet today about dads, but I’m going to add my own two cents all the same. After all, there’s no cap to…
Marché and Salade Niçoise
It’s ridiculous how quickly I can forget things. One minute, I’m staring into the abyss of my refrigerator, uninspired by Tupperware containers of leftovers and a 12-step-worthy amount of cheese, slamming the…
Lime Curd and Raspberry Jam Tartelettes
I can’t quite imagine what it must have been like when my mom lived in Paris in the 80s. Phone calls were made from a shared phone you had to reserve and…
Rockport and Fish Cakes
Sometimes, you just get swallowed. It happens to me all the time. I feel like I sit down for a moment, and by the time I look back up, it’s two weeks…
Amatriciana
I’m not too sure when things started happening so fast. There are a series of moments — many of them documented on this very blog — that have had me turning around…
Homemade Pizza
You know when you were little, and someone you saw every year at Christmas seemed to exclaim, every time you saw them, “You’ve gotten so tall!” And how it made you a…
Pizza Margherita and Family
Family is sacred in France, which means that one of the first questions I get when I detail the journey that brought me here is, “Don’t you miss your family?” I’ll be…
Blue Rice Pudding
Have you ever seen Office Space? It was a favorite of mine in high school, which is strange considering that I had never had a job more difficult than watching children for…