Meet my oldest nephew Scotty. He’s pretty awesome. And this week we’re going to take some time to get to know him better. Now I love all my nieces and nephews with the equal fervor of an angry momma bear. But none of them can quite match Scotty’s prowess on the dance floor or passion…
Look at that sandwich up there. Just look at it. Doesn’t it look magnificent? And never mind the real New York bagel involved. I’m talking about that luscious French tomato! Yes, I said tomato. I feel very strongly about tomatoes, which may seem silly to most people. I mean, they’re just around to add a…
On my bus ride to the doctor’s office yesterday, a frazzled-looking woman boarded and asked the bus driver if we were headed toward the American Hospital. Hearing her desperate English and the driver’s unsympathetic French replies, I stepped in and told her that yes, the bus was going to the American Hospital, and that she…
Let me start this post by saying that I am all for people getting out there and seeing the world. I think it’s incredible how easy it has become to globe trot, and wonderful that folks young and old are taking advantage. But my recent travels made me wish there was some kind of cultural…
I am back from a glorious trip through Italy, well rested and sun kissed. And probably also about 10 pounds heavier, which I will shamelessly attribute to le bébé. Honestly. I swear it had nothing at all to do with this: or this: or this: That last one there was technically sorbet (melon and lemon), which…
No posts this week – I’m taking a break and devoting all my free time to eating gelato. We’ll return to our regularly scheduled programing soon!
I just spent a fabulous weekend on Bald Head Island, watching two good friends get hitched. There was sun, sand, and lots of good food. And on the drive back to the Charlotte airport, my brother said that I absolutely had to stop for a chicken biscuit at Bojangles. Yes, I said Bojangles. That ubiquitous…
See the cotton floral abomination above? They’re really popular here in Paris. Especially with the young ladies. And I have NO IDEA WHY. Granted, I’m not exactly a fashion icon these days, seeing that I rarely don anything other than yoga pants and can’t even see my toes. But every time I see some beautiful…
I am from Maryland. Which inherently means I can take down a dozen or so blue crabs without batting an eye. I love the ritual: sitting for hours on some hot, sticky back porch, a perfect pile of crustaceans steaming on the newsprint in front of you and a cold beer handy for when the…
It’s no secret that I love butter. Mostly in pastry form, but it’s also divine added to freshly popped pop corn or a plain old crusty end of baguette. I’ve been known to throw a few extra tablespoons into my chocolate chip cookie dough, just for good luck. A small pat smooshed with minced garlic…
Unlikely Diplomat 