One of the things that I love about my job as a tour guide is that it forces me to look at Paris through the eyes of a visitor. I’ve been here…
Author: emiglia
Apple Cream Cheese Bread
I was fairly adamant, when my father suggested that I go to grad school, that I was done with further education. Then again, I’m fairly adamant about most things, and I’m wrong…
“C’est là où commence l’histoire de la tomate.”
Indian summer is a strange sort of moment in time… it’s the season that, when growing up, discerned the summer I had on Long Island — days melting into one another until,…
Fried Eggs and Home Fries
My interest in France wasn’t originally mine. Sure, I liked it. I got good grades in French class, and I loved the trip I took to Paris with my father when I…
Pesto and Goat Cheese-Stuffed Chicken with Cinnamon-Scented Lentils
I work in tourism, which means that I meet a lot of Americans who are quite happy when I open my mouth and un-accented English comes out. “Your English is amazing!” they…
Bent-Out-of-Shape Pretzels
I sometimes wonder who the first person was who decided to use the phrase “bent out of shape” to describe another human being. It makes me think of a paperclip that someone’s…
Not Risotto Milanese
I’ve made real risotto milanese before. I even wrote about it, posted a recipe and took pictures. This is risotto milanese. This is not. Aside from the stark difference in color, there…
Sorry for the radio silence…
A close friend of mine and the Country Boy’s died suddenly this week, and I’ve been away from cooking and blogging. We’ll be back to regularly scheduled programming soon.
Apple Butter
After my apple picking adventure last week, I had a lot of apples. While I generally see nothing wrong with having a surplus of any fruit or vegetable, I knew that having…
Figs, goat cheese, and my market
Life in Paris doesn’t always look exactly the way that one might expect. I sort of hope that, in writing this blog, I clarify some of the over-romanticized notions of living in…