*Creeps out from around the corner.* “Are you mad?” Seriously… I’m sorry for disappearing like that. I wish I could warn you before the storm comes, but I never seem to know…
Tag: paziols
Peach Clafoutis
I speak slowly and carefully, even when I’m doing a million things at once. “Met les pâtes dans la casserole,” I say to one of the girls. She looks at the giant…
Chocolate Mousse
When I was growing up, I was fairly well-known amongst friends, teachers and family members for my catagorical lack of organizational skills. I forgot my books at school at least once a…
Tomato Salad and My Junior Counselor
It’s been awhile. I’m sorry… really I am. I had the best of intentions to come on here and write every evening, but when your days start at six and end at…
Cargolade
One of the ados (teenagers) from the first session (you know who you are…) made fun of me once for writing the phrase “I used to think I was a city girl…”…
Normal
It’s incredible how quickly something that was foreign and bizarre can become a natural and normal part of your daily life. It’s even more strange how quickly something that used to be…
Poulet Rôti
When I was growing up, I was fascinated by everything that went on in the kitchen. I hovered at my mother’s elbow, trying to get a better look. I asked every two…
A la bolognaise
It’s incredible what a difference a year makes. A year ago, I was in Paziols, but the similarities end there. A year ago, Alex and I weren’t together. A year ago, I…
The Peach Lady is Back…
Every Monday, “Mme Allô-Allô,” who makes all of the village announcements over the loudspeaker announces that the marchande de pêches is back. Just like last year, the peach lady pulls up to…
Carbonara for Vingt
I am back in France. It’s strange and nice at the same time… on the one hand, I’m bored so easily and happy to visit new places, but on the other hand,…