This is officially my 100th post – Cue the fireworks and free bottles of champagne! Yaaaahoooooooweeeee! (I’m totally ignoring the fact that this being only my 100th post in about a year means I really need to try harder to post more often. But who wants to rain on their own champagne infused parade? Let’s…
It’s my last weekend back home, and while I love love love being here with my fam and friends, I think it’s about time for me to be returning to the land of pain au raisins. For one, I really miss those pain au raisins. I also think Husband can only survive on cereal alone…
I’m feeling elderly today. A whopping 31 years old! How did that happen? I can only take solace in the fact that Husband will always be 2 years older than me. Which means I am married to an almost 33 year old. Gross. I guess I should at least be thankful that we’re spending our…
A few weeks before heading home for Turkey Day, I found myself sitting around a table discussing the very American holiday with several Frenchmen. They were asking all kinds of questions about what we ate, what was typical, did we really put marshmallows on vegetables, etc. I explained that every family had their own traditions,…
OK people of France, we can all agree on your many superior aspects: You have foie gras and the Musee D’Orsay, chateaux and miles of pristine vineyards. You’ve got croissants and pain au raisins. You’ve got a clear champagne monopoly. You’ve got Paris, with perfectly charming little ramshackle streets and gloriously grand boulevards alike. You’ve…
Have you ever dropped an entire 6 pack of glass Orangina bottles in the middle of the grocery store isle? In France? Well just in case your answer is no, let me explain how it goes: You see the woman in front of you taking her time, perusing every possible beverage option while blocking the…
In t-minus 2 days I will be home. Did you hear that? In two days! I’ll be home! Well, not in my home home, because that’s rented out. And not in my dad’s home, because I haven’t lived there since 2000 during the Summer of Hell, which was a black period in my life not…
Oh Paris vs New York, how incredibly astute are your graphic interpretations of Paris compared to New York! Totally spot on. I think this site has been getting a fair amount of press lately, but I just couldn’t help but share some of my favorites here: Taxis? N’existe pas en Paris. Quintessential French cuteness. And the…
I am not the first Paris blogger to write about Hidden Kitchen. Heck, the NY Times, Food and Wine Magazine and about 8 million other blogs beat me to the punch years ago. But I still feel it’s my duty to report back on what was one of the most awesome dinners I’ve had so…
It’s probably a gross understatement to say that I’ve learned a few things since starting a life abroad just a year ago. It’s actually more like I’ve had to rewire my brain to understand a foreign language, automatically dodge dog poo and maneuver a granny cart full of spaghetti sauce up 4 flights of stairs. It’s…
Unlikely Diplomat 