June 25, 2012
We go through stunning amounts of hummus in this house. I don’t know how he got into the habit, but Tim eats the stuff with nearly every meal — for breakfast, with his eggs and toast. For afternoon snacks, with pieces of baguette. Sometimes as a side with dinner.
June 23, 2012
I was obsessed with the sky in Normandie.
I took the train from Paris to Bayeux last Friday to spend the weekend driving around the countryside, marveling at wheat fields and puffy clouds and red, red poppies. And cows. Happy, happy cows. No wonder Normandie butter is so good.
June 21, 2012
I’ve tried, and failed, to raise herbs for years and years. Back in Santa Monica, I used to buy those potted herb gardens from Trader Joe’s and try to keep them alive on my kitchen windowsill — no dice. We were on the first floor, and the second floor’s balcony projected over our window, so the wee plants never got enough light.
When I moved to Paris, one of the first things I noticed was all of the lovely window boxes coming into bloom. Some of them are quite elaborate, with trailing vines reaching almost all the way to the floors below. Our living room windows get tons of light in the morning and afternoon, and I cook so much more now — why not?
June 19, 2012
A confession: as a child, I never really ate Korean food.
Of course, there is a ton of sticky white rice in my past, and I have a passing familiarity with the various banchan that are scattered around the table at any Korean barbecue joint. But my parents, first generation immigrants who wanted to assimilate their American-born daughter to American culture, raised me on burgers and hot dogs and coke. My parents ate Korean food, of course, but I, with my only-child stubbornness, usually refused it.