Today I learned something. I learned how to check the statistics on this site. I can learn what other sites lead people here, and how many people visit here each day. I can also see what keywords people are using to find the site. You would think it might be something like, say, ‘Chocolate‘ or ‘Paris‘. Or perhaps it’d be something broader, like ‘Recipe‘ or…
I recently got this message from someone asking… “It would be a great help to me if you would be so kind as to just note down some of the problems, bureaucratic and otherwise, you encountered while procuring visas, papers, lodgings, etc.” Since I don’t have the enormous bandwidth to describe the entire process, nor the urge to re-visit those repressed memories, the very short…
Let’s say you’re cooking dinner. And you drop something behind the stove. Like a bit of meat, for example. Or a piece of broccoli. But it’s just out of reach. (Of course.) What would you do?
One of the hardest things about living in any foreign country is, of course, the language. Seriously, learning any language is really hard I’m sure, but anyone who can master French, who wasn’t pushed from the womb and spent their lifetime in an all-French speaking environment, I take my chapeau off to you. For the rest of us, it’s a challenge. Even the most mundane…
So far, this week… …I ran over a not-quite-yet-dead pigeon by accident with my shopping cart. …My mobile phone died. …My ATM card expired. The bank told me to wait for the replacement card. Which was sent in May. …My credit card was cancelled, which I learned while at the cashier with a overloaded cart at BHV. There were thirty people behind me. And they…
I’ve been wondering lately why I live here. Winter is freezing cold. You can barely go stay outside for more than a few minutes without the icy blasts (which sound good now) sending you back indoors, to get under the covers, snuggly with a steaming cup of hot chocolate. Then we have spring. Which this year lasted 4 days. Then summer comes, and Paris melts…
I recently attended a dinner here in Paris, at a well-known hotel, where the first course was Caesar Salad. That was the Caesar Salad. Yes, it has lettuce. And anchovies (speared around skewers). And cheese. But, like, what is with those batter-fried Chinese shrimp? Who gave the ok to put batter-fried shrimp on a Caesar Salad? Mon Deui, what is so friggin’ hard about making…
I was recently staying at a country home in France, Since the house was surrounded by red currant bushes and the branches were loaded with tiny red berries, I spent a good portion of the weekend picking the little red orbs, relieving the branches of the tiny clusters of gorgeous little fruits. As I greedily filling my mouth with the puckery berries, I was overcome…
Summer is here in Paris. It arrived without warning last week and was brutal. It was hot, and it hit around 31°(about 88°) and so humid, I faced a real-meltdown of chocolate. And just about everything else around here, including me, suffered the same fate. Just when no one couldn’t bear it anymore, it stopped. Then we had rain and cool weather. It’s so other-worldly…
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