Molasses Time
Molasses time. That’s what I’m calling this moment post-confinment. Or as the French say, “déconfinement”. Someday someone will explain to the world in a precise and scientific way how Covid-19…
Molasses time. That’s what I’m calling this moment post-confinment. Or as the French say, “déconfinement”. Someday someone will explain to the world in a precise and scientific way how Covid-19…
First and foremost, summer classes at On Rue Tatin will be spectacular! The garden is ready to burst into color already; the fruit trees have gotten their winter trim, and…
Summer is always a strange and wonderful season in France. As the French populace goes on vacation, so too does the content on most radio stations, the issues that preoccupy…
I know, all I write about these days is eggplant. It's the season. And besides I'm in love with eggplant. It comes in the most gorgeous colors, it wears its…
I plucked a small, red-freckled apricot off the tree, looking furtively around as I did so.. I'd been gazing at these apricots for days, watching them turn gradually from greenish…
As I prepared for an early summer grill class last week I pinched myself. Anyone who has written a cookbook knows just what I mean. After months of testing, tweaking,…