Thank you head cold. For reminding me that I love having taste buds. Now that you're gone, I miss you very much. Won't you please come back?
This meal is categorized as Parisian "fast food": Fresh made pasta with bolognese sauce (made from scratch), freshly graded parmesan and bread. I kid you not.
Some sort of pastry, some kind of coffee, all kinds of delicious.
Me, myself and my baguette: Happy as a clam.
Shopping at the epicerie (grocery store) proved to be a wonderful adventure. Every time.
Enough duck to feed a small army. Au gratin (topped with cheese) of course.
A simple meal, but arguably this could also be categorized as the best meal I had in Paris. Everything was purchased that morning from the marche (market).
My definition of good tasting quiche was redefined by this tasty indulgence.
Hands down, the best hot chocolate I have tasted in my entire life. Second only to the one my mom used to make from scratch on a gas stove when I was a little girl.
Drinking tea in Versaiiles. 'Nough said.
French fries the way they were intended. Crispy, delicious, perfection.
This blog was created to share my belief that the art making process can be a vehicle for empowerment.
I am living proof.