Fresh off a lite lunch of roasted chicken and potatoes, Husband and I were strolling through Hemingway’s old neighborhood when we rounded the corner and came face to face with this: Well, something like that. I was too busy smooshing my face up to the window of the fabulous Sugar Plum Cake Shop to take…
Husband and I just had a moment over a bowl of Jell-O chocolate pudding: We were spooning the velvety goodness into our craws, discussing the possible health merits of Jell-O pudding made with skim milk, when my dear husband took a particularly large spoonful and stopped dead in his tracks. I thought it might be…
As you may have already heard, I have to haul my groceries around the city in a cart. A 2 wheeled, pull it behind you and try not to roll through the dog poo on the sidewalk granny cart, in fact. And it’s kind of embarrassing. Part of that embarrassment stems from the fact that…
Lest you believe the news reports describing the French as a bunch of crazy socialists who only care about shorter workweeks and earlier retirement ages, I give you proof that they also take to the streets for world issues of the utmost importance: And yes, that one protester seems to be holding a picture with…
You would think that shopping for food in Paris would be a dream come true. Visiting the butcher for fresh cuts of meat you can’t identify, stopping by the cheesemonger for a wedge of something smelly, visiting the vegetable stand for only the ripest avocados. Sounds simply idyllic, no? But what if in addition to…
I’m getting a new oven! A brand new French oven, that will probably also have pictograms and drive me up a wall. But I’m holding out hope that things will be better this time. And that the people that come to take the old one away will let me push it out our 3rd story…
I know it’s a new year, and we should all be moving forward — letting bygones be bygones, forgiving, forgetting, and all that jazz. And I really do want to move on, leaving all the grocery store hate and Sephora hate and french cable company hate behind. I want a year without hate, if you…
Happy 2011 folks! Here’s to many glasses of bubbly in your future. And more posts from yours truly.
After several castle tours and a few hours cramped into a compact European diesel with my in-laws, we decided to pull off the highway for a pit-stop. Tired and hungry, I can’t tell you how excited we were to finally get some…Flunch. Huh. Would that be short for “french lunch”? Or “fast lunch”? Or is…
Keeping it short and sweet here folks because it’s Christmas time. And because I’m 7 hours ahead of most of you, Père Noël comes here first. Ha ha! So here’s to hoping that we all find champagne in our stockings and European food processors under the tree! No? That wasn’t on your list? Well, whatever…
Unlikely Diplomat 