When I moved to France, I had no image of what it would be like, no wildly romantic notions of France or Paris. In fact, I fell in love with Paris slowly….
Category: Paris et Ma Vie
All things Parisian, and tidbits about my life
Chicken, Blackberries, Feta, Mango, Spinach & 10 Things I Really Like About France
I really like French trains. Not because they’re usually on time, which, in my experience (and contrary to most), they tend to be, and not because they’re inexpensive, which, in general, they…
Hotel Stories and A Cheesy, Sausagy Baguette
I’ve missed my weird part-time jobs. Weird part-time jobs have been an essential part of my successfully living in Europe for this long. There was that time I corrected (i.e. rewrote) a…
How the Grinch (ahem… the French Administration) Tried to Steal Christmas and Failed, Miserably. Also, Magret de Canard.
This is only the second year in the nearly eight that I’ve lived here that I’ve spent Christmas in France, but it’s the first time it happened at least partially by choice….
Stories from the Préfecture: My Christmas Present to Myself
Someday, I promise myself, I’ll write all this down. Someday it will turn into a book. A story. Something funny, where the reader empathizes with the narrator and yet has no idea…
Cucumber, Seaweed, Avocado, Chicken and Ikura Bowl
The other day, The Country Boy looked at me with relative shock as I burst out laughing. I’m not without humor; it’s what made me laugh that made him so confused. Le…
tomato, roasted onion, corn, tuna salad
I have a tendency to assume that every trouble I encounter — no matter how big or how small — has something to do with the fact that I live in a…
Cobb-ish Salad
I am fully aware of how odd this post will seem, coming right after the last one which was, for all intents and purposes, a long-winded whine about feeling homesick for a…
Poached Eggs, Pea Mash, Goat Cheese Tartine
Two weeks ago, the Country Boy was right about ready to kill me. For several weeks prior, I’d been chanting a constant refrain pretty much nonstop. “My Daddy’s coming! My Daddy’s coming!”…
A Rose is a Rose is a Rose
Last night, I went to mass with the Country Boy’s grandmother. As much as my father likes to believe that France is a Catholic country, it’s not. It hasn’t been, really, since…