Thou Shalt Not Take Selfies

Last week, I went to a very special place, one of the few places in Paris where there are noticeably fewer selfie-takers. A place, almost heavenly. Church. And not one of the big dogs.  I’m talking about one of Paris’ ‘other’ churches, that seem almost as plentiful as a place to grab a jambon-beurre.  IContinue reading “Thou Shalt Not Take Selfies”

A French Kitchen is Full of Shortcuts

Recently, I relocated from London to Paris with my family. The old chestnut, ‘tired of London, tired of life,’ could not have been truer. I was tired. Really tired. F*cking exhausted. After 2 years in the world of Covid, taking Zoom calls from my bedroom dresser-turned-desk, spending more time with my dear husband than either of us hadContinue reading “A French Kitchen is Full of Shortcuts”

Ranking the Cultural Foods I Grew Up With

Last weekend, I found myself stood in the Polish section of the supermarket, scanning the pierogi, kefir, pickles, until…SCORE! My eyes settled on naleśniki (or as I called them, ‘blintzes’) which I quickly snatched up to take home. As I made them (OK, heated them up) back home, it got me thinking about all theContinue reading “Ranking the Cultural Foods I Grew Up With”