Tag: Food Whore
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Sunday is Cheeseday
Just as last Sunday I was stuffing myself with the wonderful gooey goodness of the Raclette, yesterday we indulged in cheese again, but this time in the form of the Fondue. Clermont was playing Leinster in Rugby. And since The Husband’s home team was playing my Dublin team we had to do something. Melting cheese…
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all you can eat
The Husband loves to eat. He loves his food. And he loves crazy food like beef tongue, veal brains, and beef tartare. This means that anytime we go to Aix en Provence, I know that we’re eating at the place that does the all you can eat beef carpaccio (but I’m pretty much OK with…
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4 Days At French Mommy's : A Photo Review
{La Bourboule} We left Le Petit Village at 9am. Under normal circumstances we would arrive in La Bourboule right around 3pm. But circumstances are never normal; it took us two hours to reach Avignon. Two hours! We normally make it there in under an hour. The abnormal culprit… {I hate cars} Fifty threw up twice before we…
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We Made It… Finally
Seven hours after landing in Boston, and 28 hours after leaving Le Petit Village, we arrived at my Dad’s house. That’s nuts isn’t it? Dad’s not a Kiwi, we weren’t traveling to New Zealand. It should only have been a two hour car ride, but we hit a few detours on the way. The flight…
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I Rescued The Boyfriend
Thursday evening, The Boyfriend arrived home from work sick. And I mean, sick. This wasn’t the man flu. There was no shuffling around the house and woe is me cries with a baby pout planted on his puss. This was real. The Boyfriend was as pasty as wall paint and burning up. I put him…
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Snow Day
I spent my childhood in upstate New York, a place where we had all four seasons to their fullest. In Spring, blossoms bloomed, Summer was hot and sticky, Fall was an actual autumn, and Winter was freaking freezing. But the one thing that made those winter months bearable was the promise of a snow day.…
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The Boyfriend's Favorite (maybe)
According to French Nana it’s her beef tongue. According to Papa’s Wife it’s her couscous. According to Mrs Honey it’s her squash gratin. The Boyfriend is a food whore. Before I came along, there weren’t any serious girlfriends, so all the other women in his life cooked for him. And they all like to think…
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