Every morning, I ride the Paris métro for more than half of the line 8. It’s a long commute, but not altogether unpleasant, in large part because my bosses have a very…
Tag: paziols
Homesick
It’s four o’clock in the morning, and I’ve slept two hours. I don’t have my contact lenses in, but I can’t be bothered to find any. Instead, I just pad down the…
A Tale of Two Desserts
When it comes to dessert, I’m in the minority: I’ve found that most people, the kids in Paziols included, are in the chocolate camp. I, meanwhile, could just as easily forgo chocolate…
A Tale of Two Gratins
We have made a habit, in Paziols, of eating off-season food. I’m not talking about ingredients–you’ve never seen so many tomatoes and zucchini in your life until you look in my Paziols…
Medieval Dinner
Working in Paziols is unlike working anywhere else: at most jobs, you arrive and you know approximately what your day is going to look like–make some calls, finish a project or two,…
Apéro, cargolade and bolas de picoulat
After more than three years of living in this country, I like to think that I’ve assimilated enough of the French culture to no longer feel like “one of them,” even if…
It’s all in the family…
I never wanted to go into the family business–then again, when your math skills are sub-par and the “family business” is an economic career you barely understand, it’s not a difficult decision…
Cassoulet
OK… I’m ready to eat my words now. Remember when I told you, weeks ago, although now it seems like years, about how the Marseillaise thought that my and Anne-Marie’s brains work…
Peach and Berry Galette
I’ve mentioned before that this year in Paziols is different from previous years. I’m not the only one who’s noticed it–even the girls who have come back from years before have mentioned…
Brunch for 30 and the Muffin Story
A few days ago, I posted a recipe for some transcendental scrambled eggs, eggs that were made and consumed here in France… in the morning. For my American and British readers, this…