Many times I’ve been with friends and family in Paris and we’ll go into a food shop. Now I’m not picking on anyone in particular, so if you think I’m talking about you, I’m not. Think of this as a composite of lots and lots of people. And I’m sure I’m guilty too, so I’ll toss myself in that mix. I’ll show people something, say…the…
There’s a pretty lively debate over at Amateur Gourmet about the recent appearance of Alice Waters on The View. I’m not going to attempt to put words into anyone’s mouth, but there seems to be a lot of mis-information about the message that Alice is trying to bring across. Alice is an idealist, which is someone who imagines things that are…’ideal‘. We need people like…
What are the absolute last words you want to hear when invited to someone’s home for a meal? One such phrase was:“We had some fish that was about to go bad, so we’re having it for dinner.” Welcome to my world, which you thought was all baguettes and chocolate, but also (sometimes) includes dubious dinners, too.
Ah, la salade niçoise… One of the classics of French cooking and one of my favorite things to dig into sitting on the terrace of a café, dreaming idling away the afternoon by the sparkling Mediterranean. But really, who wouldn’t want to dig into a big, fresh salad bursting forth with the flavors of the sunny French Riviera, no matter where you live? There’s always…
One baking question that I’m frequently asked—“Is sifting really necessary?” I hope that answers the question… Related Posts and Links Tips to Keep Cookies from Spreading When to Use (and not Use) Corn Syrup How to Make the Perfect Caramel Why You Should Use Aluminum-Free Baking Powder American Baking Ingredients in Paris
(Dispatch from San Francisco) I simply can’t recall the last time in Paris that I was ate French fries that were actually made with real, freshly-cut potatoes. And served crisp, cooked like someone cared about how they tasted. Nor can I think of anytime in the recent past when I’ve been served fresh, seasonal tomatoes in a salad. Last week I ate at Nopa, a…
Sorry to see all the long faces out there. And I’m not talking about all the Celine Dion billboards around town promoting her upcoming concert. Which I am sorry to have to see. (The billboards, I mean…not the concert.) Anyhow, to cheer you up about me not coming to your town, or to prepare you if I am, here’s a post from my archives that…
I am definitely French. Today I went to the bank to deposit 134€ to make a payment. I had 135€. The bank teller told me, “We don’t have any change.” And the funny thing was—this didn’t surprise me. Like, at all. Related Posts Finally French 5 Absolute, Sure-Fire Ways to Get Rich in France WTF French Train Mix Crazy Americans 15 Things I’d Miss About…
If you want to see a what a human head looks like when it explodes, there’s no reason to waste your money on tickets to the latest Mel Gibson movie. Just take me to Ikea. At first, it seems the shopping day is going to be a lot of fun as you prepare for the big trip, flipping through that cheery Ikea catalog featuring handsome…
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