I’ve been reading through some of my posts from the past few months, and I must say to any of you who are still reading–I apologize for whining so much. Contrary to…
Author: emiglia
Paella and Cannes
There’s something really lovely about the beach. Cities are great and I love skiing, but when it all comes down to it, there’s something pretty magical about going to sleep and hearing…
Goodbye Paris
There are two things that are integral to my personal happiness: 1) The time, inclination, environment and inspiration conducive to writing. 2) The availability of things to do–people to see, errands to…
Steak Tartare
The past few months in New York have been some of the most multicultural of my life–I may have been living in my childhood home, but I was working for a French…
I’m Home
I like New York. I swear, I do. I like my new apartment. I love my new roommates. I like being near my parents. I like the 24-hour Subway, 24-hour Duane Reade…
Haddock with Roasted Tomato Salsa
When I was growing up, the Childhood BFF and I were inseparable. We met in preschool, and soon enough I was taking weekend refuge at her house–the home of an only child…
Mom’s Roast Chicken
When I was in high school, one of my best friends, the Violist, had an ongoing struggle with artichokes. She loved them, and whenever they featured on a menu, she wanted to…
La question de demenagement
In 2003, I flew to France for a week, and when I came back, it was 2004. It happens every year–this year, New Years was spent gorging on grapes (a Spanish tradition)…
On a scale of one to ten…
Growing up, this was my father’s favorite phrase. “On a scale of one to ten, how do you think you did on that test?” “On a scale of one to ten, how…
Spring Has Sprung
I tend not to do things the way I was supposed to. You’re supposed to stay at home for high school; I went away. You’re supposed to go to college and live…