So I’m in the supermarket line with my basket of groceries. The man in front of me unloads his basket, then dumps his plastic basket on top of the neat stack of other shopping baskets. But instead of nesting it snugly within the other baskets, he just drops his basket on top, askew and cock-eyed, handles facing upward. So I need to put my basket…
At Giolitti, where I got my daily cono of chocolate gelato in Rome… Giolitti via Uffici del Vicaro, 40 Rome tel: 06 6991243
I confess. I’m one of those people that don’t like wine and chocolate together. There’s something about all those diverse flavors going every which way in your mouth…all I want when I enjoy chocolate is to taste rich, dark, unadulterated chocolate without any distractions. Gâteau Bastille: A Little Chocolate Cake with Prunes I’ve been meaning to write more about chocolate, and when Clotilde announced she’s…
I was tapped to do this meme back in July, by Shuna, and I began to write it up. Then I stopped, and began writing much about my culinary travels. So the file got moved somewhere on my desktop, obliterated amongst the mess of files and folders here at chez Dave. As someone else mentioned when she got tagged for the meme, it’s kinda like…
The hardest thing about living in France (aside from speaking French) is that most of us Americans here expect things to be like ‘back home’; corn-on-the-cob, Office Max open on sundays, and cheery customer service. I tried explaining that uniquely American concept of, “The customer is always right” to a French friend, and he just kept giving me this blank look as if I was…
Did you know you already speak French? It’s true, and I’m not just talking about quiche and Tar-jay. Franglais is the curious and unlikely (but perhaps inevitable) invasion of English into the French language. Not since the un-easy (but remarkably convenient) alliance of Franco-American culture, as found in Franco-American ‘Spaghetti-O’s™’ (whose relationship seems more Italian-American…if you ask me), has there been such a near-fatal collision…
Who remembers the good old days when if you saw someone walking down the street talking to themselves, you’d think that that person was crazy?. A short while back, it startled me to see so many people talking to themselves while walking down the street. Why all of the sudden an influx of crazy people? What was the world coming to? That is, until I…
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