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 is a catalyst for transformation and personal empowerment. I am living proof.