The Paris Food Blague :

it?s about damn time

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well, we can all breathe a sigh of relief today…good ol’ america’s taken a step toward sanity. by the way, Paul Krugman’s blog has provided surprisingly hilarious coverage of healthcare reform. not only is there deadpan[...]

goutte d?or

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A few weeks ago I posted a dinky little entry on the ethnic markets of the 18th arrondissement. I bought some trout and scampered home like a little girl–hardly an enlightening gustatory experience. I’m not yet up to buying that[...]

intrigue! duels! sustainable seafood!

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I love old recipes, but they’re seldom very practical. It may be romantic to borrow a recipe from Alexandre Dumas, but when you realize your pantry is short on partridge, and that your servants are non-existent, earlier culinary epoques lose[...]

still life with trout

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  After the last post–in which our intrepid heroine goes to the market and buys trout–I had a big ole fish on my hands, and limited time to prepare it. Grocery shopping can be perilous, rendering your kitchen a veritable field of[...]

market sundays

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Depending on my mood, Sunday can either be a much-appreciated pause at the end of the week or a stupid, stagnant day where you can’t go to the grocery store. I’ve always been ambivalent about Sundays, which–even in a nest of[...]

la flemme d?une bloguese (possibly the ugliest sounding combination of words i can think of)

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I want to blog, I do. I want to cook something that is both tasty and aesthetically pleasing (yesterday’s tomato sauce slathered cannellini beans fell into the former, but not the latter category). But…to be honest…j’ai la[...]

stewed cauliflower and chickpeas

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This recipe, adapted from a recent NY Times post, solved my cauliflower dilemma. Which is just a diplomatic way of saying I didn’t like cauliflower. I know it’s good for you, and seasonal and local and cheap but, all the same,[...]

kalamata odyssey

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After the New York Times posted a sequence of Greek recipes, I found myself craving olives. Something I miss about America, and by America I mean New York and by New York I mean Fairway, are those great big barrels of olives. Monoprix[...]

compost cakes

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I am finally, wonderfully, thankfully back in Paris. My cooking opportunities are, however, limited thanks to the world of French electricity, my least favorite world after that of French bureaucracy. I do, luckily, have some pictures saved[...]

inauspicious (re)beginnings

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Gosh, I hate Jessica Roy. Bitch can’t say lait de soja. And now she has an earnest pointless post on Gawker . She gives a bad name to Americans in France and readers of Joan Didion alike. There’s really nothing else to write about[...]