Since moving to Paris, we have dived head-first into the wonders of french cuisine. With markets bursting with beautiful, fresh, foods everyday, it’s easy to be sucked in. One of the great wonders we discovered is the french (or european, really) approach to seafood. They believe, wholeheartedly, in seasonality. You can find certain foods year-round …
We are blessed to live in an area surrounded by cafes, however, most of the time I end up at the *extremely* convenient Starbucks down the street. Don’t judge me, it’s fast and portable. The french really love their coffee. They drink it in the morning, after lunch, during work, after drinks at the bar, …
I accidentally bought a gluten-free sandwich for lunch and have just finished attempting to consume it. I like sandwiches. I like bread. Said purchased sandwich was very likely the worst sandwich I have ever (attempted) to put in my mouth. Lesson learned: Gluten free shit is vile.
Back to the good old états-unis a few weeks ago, and it was one heck of a strange experience. As soon as I landed sans Geep and got behind the wheel of a ford focus hatch, I felt all of Europe get sucked out of me. Was I in a coma for the last six months? …
After the Purrito returned from the airport, we went to Galleries Lafayette, which is probably the largest department store in Paris. We went with a purpose: the Purrito wanted to show me the “ridiculously huge” shrimp that she and her friend had seen when they browsed through the seafood section of the market. We bought …
This guy: has a name: Bibendum, which is typically shortened to Bib. This book: uses his head as an icon to denote less expensive (they normalize it to the area, not that anybody gives a shit) but noteworthy places to eat. Constant, mentioned in the previous post, merits one of these Bib heads (we’ve taken …
We spent Saturday at the Salon des vins des Vignerons Indépendants, which is to say that we spent the day wandering around the convention center at Porte de Versailles trying wine, grousing about how heavy the bottles we bought wound up being (our final haul of six bottles was over my shoulder at one point, …
It has been a bit quiet on the blog as of late, thanks to learning to navigate the French health care system and a higher than normal amount of “have-to-do” activities. I have a morning to myself where I don’t have to run out the door, as least not quickly, so I am taking a …
Sometimes, in the middle-ish of the week, you just need to pop two bottles of wine and listen to music from the 90’s. You have to cuddle on the couch and be shocked at how old some of the songs are. You need to talk about how you, strangely, don’t miss Texas and actually feel …
Fezzik In Paris 