Getting to work in the morning has become different in the past few weeks. For one, I go to the gym before work, which means that I get to the neighborhood quite…
Category: Paris et Ma Vie
All things Parisian, and tidbits about my life
Seafood Chowder
There are things they don’t tell you about living in Paris. They don’t tell you, for instance, that no matter how much you feel that it’s your home, someone who has no…
potiron, lardons, thym, fromage de vache
There are phrases that regularly come out of my mouth in French that I’d never say in English. Bonne journée. Bonne soirée. Bon dimanche. When was the last time you heard some one…
magret de canard, duck fat potatoes
I never claimed to be French. I also never asked to be French. My love of France has nothing to do with my wanting to be French, as confused about that distinction…
spaghetti, corn, tomatoes, fennel, shrimp
Riding the line 10 between Michel-Ange and Odéon. Two boys get on at my stop, sit on the strapontins in front of me. I hardly notice them, and they certainly don’t notice me; all…
Les Misérables
I was destined to fall in love with Les Misérables. On June 5th, 1987, my (very young) parents had tickets to see the musical on Broadway. They went for Chinese food first. My…
The 7th and Italian Baked Beans
Remember my Paris lives? I crossed one of them the other day. As one of my many, many jobs, I teach math to a young Canadian girl who lives in the 7th….
Barbecue Beef and Brie Pizza
I often forget, when it’s been a long time since I visited the Loiret, where the Country Boy is from, that Paris is not the rest of France. I even forget as…
Carambar Cake and My 7 Lives
Oh. Hello there. In case you’ve been wondering where I’ve been, I started a new job. It’s a very exciting, foodie-based job, and it has swallowed me whole and is only now…
Pancakes and Eggs
When I was growing up, my father didn’t cook all that much. He made excellent spaghetti on occasion. Once, when we had just moved into a new house, he cooked up a…