Category: Movable Feast
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A Morning Delight Sort of…
The orange peel was grated, The raisins had soaked overnight plump like baby cheeks full of spices and cognac, Before diving into making Panettone I made myself a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast while stirring the oatmeal I popped a…
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Chez Paul in Paris 13 rue Charonne
When I first arrived in Paris, Chez Paul was near our apartment. On special occasion we would go there for dinner and have a glass of wine and a bowl of vegetable soup. That was all we could afford,…
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Just Desserts
When going out for dinner I usually eat less during the day as I know it isn't polite to offend the hostess by asking for a small portion and not finishing my plate. Hence, I did not heed my…
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Bread, Cheese and all that Jazz
FRENCH BREAD. The endless world of French bread. Baguettes… God, after thirty-some years in France you would think I could walk into a bakery and not drool on myself. At the market a woman walked by carrying three baguettes,…
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Temptation at the Train Station
Red topped mushrooms. Desserts disguised as mushrooms. Mushrooms lined in a row, straight from a fairytale. White chocolate coats filled with vanilla mousse and red fruits. I saw these darlings at the train station. Hidden wonders! I never would…
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The Way to a Man’s Heart
French Husband loves to eat. I was taught that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach. It stands to reason that we'd make a good team. Except he eats so fast. His plate is cleared-off before I've…