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Vocab Friday: A croissant in the oven.

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…

Vocab Friday: What the….

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…

Breaking news!

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…

100 Funny Things.

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…

Grocery store hate.

After nearly a year of living here, I have quickly learned that France is a place of many contradictions. It’s a land where stunning beauty nearly knocks your socks off at every corner, but also where dog poo threatens at every turn. Where one can fathomably subsist on cheese, pastries and wine and still not…

The French oven strikes again.

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…