It has been a dark many months, but like all things in balance from the dark must come the light. Re-emerging we find ourselves rediscovering the little things that give us pause and make us smile. We honor that which we have, and mourn that which we have no longer. We begin to live again.
In an attempt to put the pieces of my heart and head back together, I found myself standing in the kitchen. Continue reading
Recipe: Easy Eggs Benedict
When one speaks just enough French to be dangerous, the degree to which “one” can put “one’s” foot in “one’s” mouth knows no bounds. And who are we kidding here…by “one”…I most decidedly mean me.
There are many traditional French language faux pas, and I’m proud to say that as I roll into week three I have expediently ticked through nearly all of them.
I have exclaimed to 70 year-old waiters that “Je suis très excitée” as they have set down my escargot course, meaning to share with them my enthusiasm, but instead emphatically telling them just how aroused I was. Continue reading
Recipe: Smoked Salmon Croque Monsieur from Le Comptoir
Having spent the last week and a half blissfully noshing my way through Paris, I have developed a basic survival guide for solo dining in the City of Light. These are quite advanced theories, one must admit, but I am more than happy to share them with you, dear readers.
1) Get dressed. Sitting on your couch in a towel for two hours thinking about putting on clothes is not the same as actually putting on clothes. Continue reading
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I’ve been having a hard time falling asleep in Paris. Not because the bed isn’t comfortable (it is) or my neighborhood nosy (it is not), but because once I finally turn my light off, my mind starts spinning.
Thinking of the luscious Noix de Saint Jacques à la Plancha I had at Le Hide (10 rue du Général Lanrezac, 17e) an exquisite little restaurant tucked off an unassuming side street, that served possibly the most perfectly cooked scallops I have ever had the good fortune of enjoying, seared just long enough to caramelize them and then set atop a salad of arugula and frisèe, flecked with bacon and finished with a rich yet tangy vinaigrette. Continue reading
Recipe: Unforgettable French Onion Soup
My mornings in Seattle were ones I’m sure many of you are familiar with. Awake by jarring alarm after not getting enough sleep. Snooze said alarm for 30-40 minutes, thereby neither waking up nor getting any further quality sleep. Groggily fumble for iPhone and while barely awake begin checking emails and deleting pesky Groupon promotions that seem impossible to unsubscribe from. Continue reading
In the U.S I like to think of myself (perhaps arrogantly) as a generally competent person. I own a home, I (usually) floss, I send Christmas thank you cards (Note to self: Do Christmas thank you cards for 2013), and manage simultaneous projects for my clients. Yes…in the good ‘ol US of A, I know what I’m doing.
In Paris, the smallest successes become huge triumphs worthy of proudly pumping one’s fist in the air while jostling little old ladies on the sidewalk and ducking into the nearest brasserie for un verre de vin rouge (or two). Continue reading
I have arrived in Paris. Pulling out of Charles De Gaulle at 6a on January 1st, 2014, the entire city seemed to be deep in slumber, tucked in with a cloud of gray.
My Maman and I alternated between babbling excitedly and nodding off as our sweet cab driver took us to the flat I will be living in for the next two months, on a personal journey to explore, get lost, get found, and of course cook and eat to my heart’s content. Continue reading
Pork Belly Recipes: Crispy Pork Belly with Lemon Aioli and Heirloom Tomatoes
I am shamefully impatient. I want what I want, when I want it, and I’m loath to wait. Years of report cards, followed by years of performance reviews have echoed this. And yet, it would appear, not much progress has been made.
Take the other day, for instance. Friday afternoon and suddenly all I could think about was pork. Pork belly to be precise. If you’ve had it, you likely love it, craving that crisp, crackling outside that gives way to the buttery, tender inside. Continue reading