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Hidden Kitchen

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…

Ah, Munich.

So I survived Oktoberfest, relatively unscathed. And that’s no small feat, given the facts at hand: 1. I am old. 2. I am not young. 3. I was drinking beers that were bigger than my head. 4. I have a really big head. It really wasn’t all so crazy though. Sure, I tasted many of…

Vocab Friday: Oktoberfest edition!

This is going to be a short, sweet lesson this week, and when you get to the picture below you’ll really see what I’m talking about. You see, as you’re reading this, I’m actually sitting in Munich, under a beer tent, hoisting mugs of frothy German brew to my face with both hands. But wait…

Adventures in baking.

I love to cook. Mostly because I love eating, and there aren’t always other people around to feed me. But I also love the challenge of it. I like to really get my hands dirty and see if I can actually make something edible. And because of the way my brain works, it’s also usually…

Labor Day mysteries.

Ah, Labor Day weekend. While most of you were firing up the grill, cracking open a few cold ones and hanging with the fam, I was busy getting pooped on by a pigeon and watching at least a million episodes of 48 Hours Mystery on the computer. Don’t worry, these events didn’t occur at the…

It’s only Tuesday.

And I’m already thinking about what I want to eat on Saturday. Because if I play my cards right, I will be digging in to a fresh lobster roll, fashioned out of the ocean’s best and a nice crunchy baguette. On the side I’ll be taking up with a golden pile of frites — but…

Also.

For all you wondering what the one thing I didn’t do last weekend was……………it was watching Stealing Home. Although I have since watched said film and can confirm that it is the worst movie ever made. What was Jodi Foster thinking? weekend funWinning

Just a regular old weekend in Paris.

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…

Oh, and I saw some bikers.

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

Summer in Paris.

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