French Toast

January 31, 2015

French toastI’ve been putting off writing a post until I felt better. About everything. It has not been an easy reentry to life in Paris.

I still don’t know how to write about the Charlie Hebdo attacks and the other horrific acts of terrorism that followed. Am I okay? People still ask this a lot. No. I’m not. It still feels surreal and overwhelming and like the world is spinning out of control.

I’m still a bit numb from it all.

In the midst of all of this, I’ve been trying to reestablish some kind of normal, but it’s been a challenge.

I have a new oven, but when I turned it on, it began to smoke and I had to open the window to air out the kitchen. I googled this, of course, and I learned that new ovens can emit toxic fumes and that I shouldn’t worry, but if there are birds close by, they could die. This was not reassuring.

I caught my printer on fire the day before, which smelled mysteriously like cabbage soup. Then the speakers for my iPad, which did not smell like anything at all. The day before that, a cherished vintage floor lamp. When I plugged that into the wall, naturally, using a converter as with the other two items, it made a slight buzzing noise before the electricity for the whole apartment shut down.

I locked myself out of the apartment (and the building) somewhere around there, too, which meant I had to walk to the real estate agency in the sad sweat pants and gray hoodie I’d been wearing for the previous two days, with dog in tow and without phone, to ask them if they had another key. They didn’t — but the owner thankfully did, and Eric got on his scooter and fetched the keys while Rose and I sat on the front stoop for an hour or so to wait for someone to either enter or leave the building, because of course I hadn’t yet memorized the door code. Luckily, it was not raining at the time and wasn’t that cold. Seems like it might have even been in the low 40s that day, but it was already dark. It’s all such a blur now.

On Sunday, to cheer myself up, I made French toast (above). It was not a disaster. Just some bread and a couple of eggs, some heavy cream, and cinnamon and sugar mixed together before you put it in the bowl. It’s pretty impossible to screw this up, which is one very good thing about French toast. You cannot see this, but there are bits of butter with chunky sea salt between each layer, and the bread itself, a seedy, crusty variety from the boulangerie around the corner, is perfect and wonderful on its own. I made enough for me and for Rose, too. We don’t do this brunch thing very often (at all), but the way I see it, we’d had a rough patch and we were out of Christmas green and red M&Ms from Target and had very few options left.

For the first time since we arrived, I felt like we were going to be okay.





Ho Ho Ho.

December 24, 2014

IMG_0354In case you’ve wondered where I’ve been, that’s a long story. Let’s just say that I’m glad this year is almost over.

2014, get outta here. Scram, you.

It wasn’t all terrible, though. I wrapped up the year with a fabulous weekend at Lake Austin Spa Resort, which, no matter what, always seems to put me right back on track — and I’m not saying this just because I had a much-needed “age-defying facial,” but being there reminded me how much I love teaching and cooking, and sharing all of my goofy stories. My goal for 2015? To be even sillier. Consider yourselves warned.

I’m also in the midst of another big change. After months of schlepping back and forth from DFW airport to Charles De Gaulle, I’ll be settling into a new apartment in Paris next week. It’s bright and cheerful and is on a small, quiet street with vine-covered Art Deco buildings. The market is a five-minute walk away. The Bois de Boulogne is even closer. Rose is looking forward to speaking in her native language again and playing with her best friend Ulysses, a flatcoat Labrador who lives nearby. I can’t wait to unpack my bags and uncork the Champagne.

In February I’ll be teaching cooking classes again — in my own Paris kitchen — and doing my flea market (and baguette-eating) tours, too. See the above TOURS link for details, or just shoot me an email at

Merry Christmas, everyone, and onward to 2015. Let’s show 2014 how it’s done.


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