I really, really wish this was an April Fool’s Day post. But it’s not. It’s the sad, horrifying truth that I arrived home from home, well rested and excited to see Husband, only to find out from my dear sister that I may or may not have brought back some little souvenirs, compliments of a…
What, were you expecting brackets? Cheerleaders? An explanation of why I picked Richmond to go to the final four last year? We’ll you’re not going to find anything like that here. This is France, and the only connection they have to the glorious madness that is the NCAA basketball tourney is the half-French Joakim Noah.…
Being someone who likes to call herself a “writer” and also someone who lives in Paris, I thought I’d go ahead and make my cliché status official by signing up for a writing workshop at a coffee place right around the corner from Hemingway’s house. And not just any coffee place– the carrot cake from…
If you live in Paris and like eating out, follow the restaurant scene or, god forbid, call yourself a foodie (please don’t), then you’ve probably heard of Iñaki Aizpitarte’s super popular Le Chateaubriand over in the boho 11th. You’ve probably also tried to get a reservation. And failed. That’s because this place is so hot right…
Our vocab lesson is going to be short and sweet today because I am not sure my brain can handle much else. Folks, I am really dumb these days. Case in point: I showed up for my Monday doctor’s appointment on Wednesday. Even worse: A friend was arriving yesterday from Dubai at 7:30. So I…
Since I’ve been spending such a good deal of time lately complaining about the grocery stores here, I thought I’d take a minute and share my idea of the perfect food shopping experience, complements of the riverside Sunday market in Bordeaux: 1. Garlic shrimp grilled to oder. To fortify you before shopping. 2. Plenty of…
A day in the life of a newly pregnant me: Get up early to do new years resolution yoga. Stop halfway through to eat an orange. Lie prone on the couch for a while. Eat breakfast #1. Eat breakfast #2. Shower, feel refreshed, make a to-do list. Finish first item on the list then promptly…
Oh how I wish there really was an actual croissant in my new oven. Because that one up there? I ate it. And I could really use another one. Why? Well, I can tell you it’s not my usual appetite for pastry at work here. There’s something far more serious going on. And franchement, I…
I eat a lot of eggs. Like probably way more than my fair share, to the point that I’m scared to have my cholesterol tested. Sometimes I eat oatmeal with the sole intention of cleaning out my arteries because I’m pretty sure I can feel bits of scrambled yolk clinging to my blood cells. It’s…
Meet my new oven. Well, “new” is probably not the most accurate term. Sure, it’s new to me. But it most definitely looks like it came from someone else’s apartment. Oh well. Beggars can’t be choosers, right? Anyway, she was wheeled in this afternoon, as the old pièce de merde was unceremoniously wheeled out (sans…
Unlikely Diplomat 