Of all French recipes, my favorite to make is the one I create while shopping at one of the many bountiful marchés in Paris. I could just page through cookbooks or look at online recipes, but I’d rather let the […]
That’s what Mireille Guiliano counsels, and I’m beginning to believe it. You remember Mireille: she’s the former CEO of Veuve Clicquot (dream job) and the author of the New York Times best seller French Women Don’t Get Fat.
A few months ago all I was hearing was Lunch in Paris, Lunch in Paris—it seemed everyone who was anyone was reading Lunch in Paris: A Love Story, with Recipes, by Elizabeth Bard. As usual I was a bit behind on my reading, but I launched into it finally (and appropriately) on my most recent trip to France, several weeks ago.
Autumn can feel like a challenging season for many of us. During summer we fall into a more relaxed routine, and when everyone snaps back to attention after Labor Day it can feel like a rude awakening. As we return to multitasking full speed, we often lose a broader connection to season and self and feel stretched thin. There seems to be less time for shopping and preparing food. The weather turns colder and we lose our naturally light summer foods. Between the increased stress, the cold, the heavier food and even the emotional challenges as the holidays draw near, we sometimes get fat.
This is a summer dish that features something I typically associate with cold-weather cooking: duck confit. In France duck confit is widely available prepared. Sometimes it is in jars, and sometimes […]
Though loyal to Julia Child’s Boeuf Bourguignon, I felt like a change this winter. There is a recipe for beef stew in Alice Waters’s The Art of Simple Food, and I was surprised to see the addition of orange peel and cloves to the pot. She includes […]
Though irrefutably Bordelais, the little cakes known as cannelés have conflicting origin stories. One attributes their development to a group of nuns. A more sentimental spin credits resourceful Bordeaux residents, who scooped up flour spilled from sacks […]