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We bought a bottle of Canadian rye whisky a few months ago, a tall handsome flask. But my husband (hereafter referred to as Barkeep) was only drinking it small nips when he felt very cold, and I don’t like whisky, so when we had some friends over for dinner — cocktail-enthusiast friends — I proposed […]
I have a silly new hobby. Lately, I’ve been buying vegetables at the market, bringing them home and photographing them. I know, it’s crazy. But doesn’t Mother Nature seem impossibly beautiful sometimes?
I can’t believe I almost forgot to post today about one of my favorite pâtisseries: la galette des rois! Today is Kings’ Day, which means aspiring royals all over France will be tucking into frangipane-filled puff pastry, hoping to find the fève in their slice. The lucky recipient is crowned king or queen for the day. […]
I’ve been writing and receiving cartes de voeux over the past few weeks — I send New Year’s cards because I’m ecumenical like that — and one of the things I’ve noticed is the difference between French and American messages. My American friends and I tend to offer best wishes for good health, happiness, perhaps even prosperity. […]
Wandering around Rome recently, I noticed a few things: 1) Winter in Rome makes Paris seem like a gulag. The sun shines bright and strong (except when it rains), and the temperatures are mild enough for year-round gelato consumption. 2) Romans seem to have infinite reserves of patience for children and non-Italian-speaking tourists (i.e. me). 3) […]
January 6th is King’s Day, or the Fête des Rois, a celebration of the Magis, which, in France, is really just an excuse to eat a special cake called galette des rois. All sorts of chocolate-hazelnut-raspberry-passion-fruit variations abound, but I prefer my galette plain and traditional: delicious flaky pastry stuffed with sweet almond frangipane. So, I hied myself […]
Judging from the lines at the poissonerie this morning, nothing says bonne année quite like seafood. Luckily for me, I recently learned how to shuck an oyster — just in time to ring in the new year. Oysters look like rocks so forgive me if I doubted the fish guy when he tried to convince me […]
What a beautiful blustery day it was yesterday, bright and brisk. After a few weeks away from Paris, I was happy to sink back into comfortable Sunday activities. What did I do?
Today’s post is dedicated to my friend, Heather — perhaps you recognize her name from the comments section. It’s a pretty name, Heather, isn’t it? In the United States, it was the eighth most popular name for baby girls of the 1970s, and tenth most popular of the 1980s. Too bad Heather’s parents didn’t know […]
Here in 21st century France, there are strong views on activities appropriate for a Sunday. Approved activities: spending time with family and friends, relaxing, movies, drives in the country, eating big lunches and taking long walks afterwards. Unapproved: Shopping. Of any kind. Even groceries. Woe be to you if you forgot to buy butter on […]« Previous Entries