Lost in French-lation, Misadventures in French Advertising…

…there’s this cookie in France.  More of a cake-like thing, really.  About the size of a Madeleine scallop, and made from a similar but less glorious yellow sponge cake, shaped like a bear.  Where the paws are, there are dollops of chocolate.  It’s called “Lulu l’ourson” – Lulu the bear.  It’s nothing extraordinary – it’s … Continue reading Lost in French-lation, Misadventures in French Advertising…

Of the dark…

Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom… Thomas Carlyle Of all the smells of fecundity, of earth, of whispered dawn, of darkness at a somewhere depth pushing through to light, one of the most binge-worthy of harbingers (in my opinion) is that of mushrooms sautéing in butter, grind of pepper, sprig of … Continue reading Of the dark…

A Quick Bite…

In Paris for a few weeks and travel and corralling kids has left little time for writing an entry, but here’s a picture of an awesome salad… I’m not sure how we originally found Le Relais Gascon.  Probably just a stumble upon moment years and years and children ago.  We were staying in a tiny … Continue reading A Quick Bite…

Bread Alone…

“I like reality. It tastes like bread.” Jean Anouilh …and then there are the rainy days, the snail days, the days of duck and cover.  Weaving ‘round the puddles like a so-late-it’s-early drunk.  And in a cobbled town, a labyrinth of streets, with a chill that filters up through roman stones and bones, a morning … Continue reading Bread Alone…