Tag: Food Whore
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kismet
There’s this restaurant not too far from Le Petit Village called Lupin Blanc. We used to go there all the time (like this time, and this one, oh, and don’t forget this one), but then the couple that owned it sold it and it changed a bit. Not loads, the food was still good but…
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Lyon: one bite at a time
The last time I was in Lyon was over two years ago. The Husband and I had gone to celebrate our first wedding anniversary. Unfortunately when we arrived home from our weekend away, we found out my father was gravely ill. My father’s passing has kind of marred that Lyon trip for me. I remember…
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staycation {part.7}
“Did you know Aix-en-Provence is known as the city of a thousand fountains?“ This was me getting my tour guide on as we drove into Aix. “A thousand fountains, really?“ This was The Husband doubting my superior tour guide knowledge. Now normally that would have bugged the bejeezus out of me, but due to The…
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surprise… more cheese!
{raclette cheeeeeese} Guess what we did on Saturday? We ate cheese! Can you believe it?! Of course you can. I actually cannot. I mean, I hadn’t planned on it. This is what went down… The Husband was going to spend Saturday morning over at Papa’s house helping him move some things, so I went along…
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crêpes & rugby
{I forgot my camera} The last time I watched Clermont play Ulster, I was in Bono’s Octagon Bar in Dublin, sipping on a Grey Goose martini, with an afternoons worth of shopping bags scattered at my feet. Last night, I watched the two square off again, but instead of snacking on vodka soaked olives, I had…
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the raclette that almost wasn't
{La Petite and her Tonton} Now I realize that the holidays have passed what with the Epiphany having gone and occurred and all, but I’m not about to let you get away with not hearing about my New Year’s Eve (although it wasn’t too exciting, so no need to hold on to your hats or…
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Food Whore: The Origin
You know how I’m always going on about The Husband’s insatiable appetite for food (usually for icky things like raw beef, tongue, and brains) and refer to him as Food Whore like here, here, here, and here? Well, here’s my little food whore at the beginning… {evidential proof} … two years old, clutching a croissant…
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The Husband's Birthday: Episode 2
The day after The Husband’s birthday, or the calm before the storm, as I like to call it, we were all about relaxing. I knew that the BBQ I was throwing (with the aid of mon petit helper, Honey Jr) would be a doozy and a quiet night was in order. And it was quiet, until…
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ouefs en cocotte (with a poshy-posh accent)
On our last visit to French Maman’s, French Nana gave me some darling little red ramekins. They look like miniature cooking pots, like what keebler elves would cook with if they were more into stews than cookies. Since we’ve been home, I’ve stared at them, trying to picture what I could possibly cook inside of…
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blogapalooza
It was all Aidan’s idea (Conjugating Irregular Verbs, Aidan, in case you don’t know). Weeks and weeks ago, she sent me a message asking what I thought about getting a few of us English speaking bloggers together for lunch. An afternoon speaking English… uh… oui. So last Saturday we did it. A handful of us…
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