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A year in a French market: Summer

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Stir-fried tomatoes and scrambled eggs

Tuesday, July 15th, 2014

Last week, I went to Chinatown for the first time in years and when I turned onto Mott Street, I barely recognized it. There were single-source coffee shops and brunch-menu bistros. Nail salons. Vintage clothing boutiques. A few blocks further, I spotted some familiar sights: bins of dried shrimp and mushrooms spilling onto the street, tanks […]

Zucchini pancakes

Tuesday, July 8th, 2014

As I type this, a storm is turning the sky ash grey and wild, with bursts of thunder echoing across the canyons of midtown Manhattan, and flashes of lightening flickering along the East River like a dying fluorescent bulb. Rain is beading on the windows, sheeting across the tiled floor of the neighbor’s roof deck. My […]

Carte postale: To market, to market

Tuesday, July 17th, 2012

I’m still exploring my new neighborhood. But on my way to the twice-weekly outdoor market at Pont de l’Alma, I discovered this view. Pas mal, hein?

A little pasta

Wednesday, June 27th, 2012

Ever since I moved to Paris four years ago, I’d been dreading one day — the day the movers would come to pack up our belongings, the day we would have to leave our rambling Parisian apartment. That day came on Monday. Hello from our new apartment. Hello from The Other Side. I don’t want to […]

Provence and the Basses-Alpes

Monday, August 29th, 2011

   Bonjour, mes amis! We got back from our vacation a few days ago and I’m still glowing from the Provence sun and scratching my mosquito bites. It was a bright and busy two weeks, filled with lovely friends, delicious food (including homemade melon ice cream — yum!), and a couple of road trips in […]

Summer holidays

Thursday, August 11th, 2011

It has been my favorite kind of summer this year in Paris — cool and grey and drizzly with flashes of warmth and bright sun. Even though I love it (I know, I’m weird) I’m ready for a blast of dry heat, lazy afternoons by the pool, and the juice of a nectarine trickling down […]


Tuesday, June 28th, 2011

Paris is burning. I know, I say that every summer. But we really are suffering this week, with temperatures in the 90s (ugh) and no climatisation (double ugh). As I type this, I’m hiding in my apartment with all the shutters closed, crunching melting ice cubes. Weather like that calls for food like this: Cold. […]

Clafoutis aux cerises

Thursday, June 9th, 2011

Last week I bought a bag of cherries at the market in Lyon, but after they spent the whole day in my handbag, they were a little worse for wear. What could I do with a handful of bruised fruit? The words “clafoutis aux cerises” kept calling to me. A clafoutis is a dessert, kind of […]

A year in a French market: Bouquet vivant

Friday, September 18th, 2009

Picture this: Three young American women, out for dinner in Paris. We’re all French speakers — indeed, my two friends are French education professionals, who have been speaking, reading, writing, living French for over fifteen years — so when the waiter props the blackboard menu on our table, we’re confident we won’t have any problems. […]

A year in a French market: Wild (insert ingredient here) chase

Thursday, September 3rd, 2009

Do you ever get into one those moods where you must cook a certain, specific food? Maybe you have a craving, or maybe you’ve planned your dinner party menu, carefully considering each course. But then you can’t find a crucial element at the grocery store. And so the hunt begins… Such was the situation that […]

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