July 1, 2013
I’ve been promising my friends to post the recipe for this frittata since that first picnic on the Seine. Well after nearly two months, and many more picnics, here it is. You can also get more such recipes on mim .
This frittata is the ultimate picnic main dish. It’s substantial enough to stand in for dinner, it’s transportable, and it’s great hot, warm, or room-temperature. It’s not as fussy as a quiche. It has a ton of beautiful vegetables in it, which will make you feel virtuous, but has a bit of ham and cheese for smoke and salt.
May 3, 2013
Sometimes, you have to escape the city… even when that city happens to be Paris. Lucky for me, London is just a two-hour train ride away.
Here’s the thing about May in France: there are a ton of bank holidays, some of which land in the middle of the week, like May Day (French Labor Day) did this year. Lots of people faire le pont (“make a bridge”) between the holiday and an adjacent weekend, thereby making it a very long weekend, but one can’t be doing that every time. So, sometimes one has a one-day vacation with which to do as much as one can, and one may as well visit one’s neighboring country.
There are two basic ways to spend such a trip: either running around trying to see as much as possible in a short time, or just chilling out and wandering around, seeing what you happen to see. We took the latter route.
April 20, 2013
It’s been a glorious week. Not only has the sun finally decided to come out, one of my favorite people in Paris has been on vacation all week and we’ve gotten to spend long lazy days exploring the museums and doing silly touristy things.
Montmartre, terrace, apéros that turn into dinner… and the first pichet of rosé. Watching the buildings gleam gold from the setting sun, then watching the blue hour come on. Simple pleasures.
April 19, 2013
Springtime came upon us all at once this week. On Sunday we had the first warm, sunny day of the year and all of the skirts and sandals and short sleeve shirts came out of everyone’s closets. I went outside coatless and scarfless and it was great.
All of the trees bloomed all at once with a mighty fwoomp.