When I first started writing, it was for my love of fiction. Of course I kept a diary, as I think the majority of pre-teen girls do, but I didn’t love documenting…
Author: emiglia
pasta, peas, lardons, chèvre
Spring is a slow business. Maybe it’s because we’re so eager for it; maybe it’s that spring days start to appear when winter hasn’t quite left for good yet. Spring is fickle,…
Chocolate Ganache Tart with Meringue
I didn’t ever really intend to study French literature. It’s kind of a strange thing to realize, now that I’m halfway through a Masters in the topic. I don’t know if everyone…
Raspberry Meringue Tart
The French and the Americans both seem to have a very clear image of what the other looks like: perhaps especially for the French, the Americans are a very clear entity, gleaned…
“Ligurian” Pesto
I tend to do things my own way, much to the chagrin of others around me. I’ve had the fortune or misfortune — I’m still unsure as to which — to take…
Mini Tarte Tatins and Apple Caramels
“How many times have you posted that tarte tatin recipe?” the Sous-Chef wants to know. The answer is two, now three, plus one other time when I posted a different tarte tatin…
Salon de l’Agriculture: What I Brought Home.
Being at home after an all-day feeding frenzy like the Salon de l’Agriculture is a little bit strange. You’ve sampled a bit of everything: some foie gras, some saucisson, a helluva lot…
Salon de l’Agriculture
I very often find that the things that have very little hype around them are the best of all. Hype tends to ruin things, make them seem less amazing than you thought…
promenade, préfecture, pasta
When you’re as high-strung as I am, it’s a little bit hard to fathom that there are people in the world who actually let their minds go blank every once in awhile….
Leftovers Soup
Today, we tend to think of time as a straight line. Whether or not you believe in time travel, it’s hard to argue the fact that events happen one after the other,…