You know that lame ice-breaker game they forced you to play at college orientation? The one where you have to say 2 true things about yourself, and one false one, and then everyone has to guess which one you made up? I happen to be totally awesome at that ice-breaker. It helps that I grew…
Not the intimidating leather and Harley kind. The skinny, spandex-and-yellow-jersey clad kind. There they go! Let’s pretend one of those guys is Lance Armstrong. All that spectating sure made me hungry. Foodweekend fun
This is what happens when you mistakenly set your stupid pictogram oven to Lightning Steaks and leave your gorgeous peach-blueberry cobbler in there for a few minutes before realizing your grave error. Notice, however, that the charred top did not render this dish of brown sugar, biscuits and bubbly fruit inedible. I think something that…
The best parts: bikes ice cream taking bikes to get ice cream blue teeth from blueberry ice cream not worrying about calories in ice cream because you’re a) biking and b) sweating buckets 24 hours a day. Foodweekend fun
So I was packing up my bags as usual after french class last week, trying to make a swift escape before my teacher could make any indecipherable comments in my direction. See, I think he tries to joke with me, but my brain doesn’t register french humor yet. So usually I’m left standing there gaping…
So we woke up Sunday morning to quite the scene on the Champs-Elysees. Apparently mobs of tourists, roaming pickpockets and preening Louis-Vuitton shoppers aren’t exciting enough, because Paris decided to pave over the good old Champs with farmland and forest. And a few palm trees to boot. Now generally shutting down a main city artery…
But really, who needs internet and phone service at home when you’ve got sunshine and free wi-fi and a pain au raisins in the park? Oh, pain au raisins, with your crisp, buttery outer rings and dense, chewy middle. You are the perfect marriage of croissant and fruit. (Raisins are fruit in my world). You…
It’s been far too long since I updated you (few) loyal readers on my latest Parisian antics. And that’s in part because I’m kind of working (booo! hiss!) and taking too many French classes to count (mon dieu!). But it’s also because we had our very first guest, all the way from Finland! This was…
Last night I ate an entire baguette for dinner. With the most delicious french butter I have ever tasted. And a chocolate chip cookie for dessert. Ok, ok. I also ate some peas, just to get a little green in there. But mostly it was a boulangerie-sponsored repast. And today all I can think about…
It’s a little known fact that Julia Child and I are long lost soulmates. She liked food, and hey, I like food! She moved to Paris as a newlywed, and look at that, so did I! I am practically re-living her life, just a foot shorter and fifty years later. Plus I watch A LOT…
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