As I sit on an immobile plane in Japan for our third delayed hour on Christmas Eve, I’ve decided to take this as an opportunity to reflect on the past year and distract myself from eating a packet of red chili/고추장 paste, which as my brother so aptly put it, “is a packet of concentrated … More Reflections in the Third Hour
I’m sitting at work, like, so hungry. My coworker and I are just going back and forth writing out different variations of how hungry we are.
So here we are, another summer has faded into fall.
As a culmination of my summer I visited the Bay Area for a weekend. I didn’t particularly deserve it and it wasn’t particularly productive, but it made me happy, as visits to my hometown always do.
This quintessential French dish has become one of my favorites since coming to France. My host mother in Tours and my host mother in Paris both make exquisite versions of it. Ratatouille is a super-healthy vegetarian dish – simply cooked vegetables in a tomato-based sauce, served hot. I don’t usually like cooked vegetables, but I … More Ratatouille, Oui Oui
WHAT A WEEKEND. You thought I was about to write about Oktoberfest, DIDN’T YOU?? Ha! That’ll be the NEXT post homie. As a preview of how great Oktoberfest was going to be, however unrelated this meal was, my friend Evelyn’s parents (they’re the most fantastic combination of Brooklyn-trendy and Paris-chic, along with some witty humor) … More La Ferrandaise
As of right now, I am not a French woman, if that wasn’t obvious enough. But what I’m worried about is if I’ll ever be able to call Paris my home. It’s this slower pace of life. People are content to sit at cafés for very long periods of time, meeting people, discussing ideas, or … More A September Essay
I JUST RECEIVED A PERSONAL EMAIL FROM GUY SAVOY BECAUSE I GUESS HE STUMBLED UPON MY BLOG POST ABOUT HIS RESTAURANT!!!! LITERAL HEART ATTACK AND SO HAPPY DREAM COME TRUE
This post is going to make it sound like I am disliking Paris, but my previous post is meant to counteract that. So here’s da deal: you aren’t supposed to smile at other people in Paris unless you want people to follow you home or steal your purse. Plus, it’s chic. Now, I’m the type … More Smile