Easter is the best holiday. It’s the best holiday for two reasons: first, despite the cuteness applied to all of the associated animals, it’s a sex-and-fertility party that has been (not particularly effectively, in my view) repurposed as a party for a zombie. My anthropology professor in college (oh liberal arts electives) hammered into us …
Easter is the best holiday because it is the holiday for which the best candy is produced. Additionally, the it’s-good-if-there-is-a-chicken-on-it theory remains true.
The post about our weekend in Avignon is turning out to be a monster; as I type this, the gallery is slowly uploading. As we returned home fairly early in the afternoon, we made the decision to try our most impressive easter-related acquisition: the chocolate lobster. Dark chocolate lobsters: yet another reason I don’t ever …
The American shop up the street (they import junk food and sell it to students attending the American University of Paris and French folk looking for gag gifts for their colleagues [all I’m going to say is that it involved a box of macaroni and cheese, and that I wish I understood more French, because …
Fezzik In Paris 