Tuesday, October 19, 2010

BFFF = Best Food Friends Forever!

I moved to Paris in late 2005 and immediately started gaining weight. French women may not get fat, but apparently American women living in France do. The fact is I don't smoke and I enjoy eating too much to let food sit on my plate and pretend I'm not hungry.

I appreciate all kinds of food from kebabs, the French equivalent of a California burrito, to la grande cuisine francaise. My absolute favorite, however, is great food at a reasonable price without pretentious service. While Michelin-rated restaurants are definitely a treat every once in a while, why just eat one meal when you can have three or four for the same price? 

Based on the foregoing, my good friend Dina asked me if I'd be interested in writing occasional food reviews about my experiences in France for her San Francisco based food blog The Dish & The Dirt.  Dina is a former classmate, former roommate, played wing woman the night I met my husband, gave the toast at my wedding, introduced me to the writings of David Sedaris, and loves to eat as much and as often as I do.  I said yes and have been very excited about it ever since.  Basically, everything I've ever done with this woman has turned out to be a positive experience (except maybe the Atkins Diet) and I'm sure this will be no exception. 
   
I hope you enjoy reading along as I walk and eat my way through the streets of Paris, which I finally discovered really is the best way to indulge in all the French food I want and (mostly) still fit into my beloved American blue jeans! 

My very first review can be viewed here: A Room with No View.

Thank you!

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Color me deformed!

Inspired by a wonderful blog post about Montmartre written by Linsdey at Lost in Cheeseland, I pulled out an old photo album for some good memories and some great laughs!

Like most tourists, I wanted to visit Montmartre my first trip to Paris.  It's more like a charming village rather than a quarter of a giant city. Because of this, along with its beautiful views, the Basilique du Sacré-Cœur and the film Amélié, it is overrun with tourists.  And where there are tourists, there are tourist traps.  I fell for the most common of all:  The Portrait.  
 

People used to tell me that I looked like Shannen Doherty. I was not thrilled by the comparison, especially since I thought she had a crooked face and a squinty eye. As I grew older, and Bevery Hills 90210 was no longer on the air, I didn't hear it quite as often. In fact, I had nearly forgotten about it until this sketch. 

Luckily, when viewing this work of "art" most people are so surprised that Greg Kinnear agreed to pose with me that they hardly notice my lop-sided face.  (That day I also learned that my neck is as thick as a linebacker's.) This worst part is I distinctly remember that the peanut gallery of tourists that had congregated behind the "artist" to judge his work were nodding approvingly and giving me the thumbs-up.   

Saturday, October 02, 2010

Guest Blog - Misadventures with Andi

I was recently asked to write a guest blog for Andi at "Misadventures with Andi."  She had a great idea for a post: "How to be Parisian in San Francisco" and asked me for a few suggestions given that I lived in San Francisco and currently live in Paris.  I was very flattered and honored to be featured on her blog!  Please click here to read my tips. 

Friday, October 01, 2010

2kg ≠ 20/20

I need to learn the metric system or stop being so cheap. Last week, I bought 2 kilograms of carrot at the marché to save .60 centimes. I’m pretty sure my husband is sick of having carrot sticks and ranch dressing for dinner and I’m sick of having orange finger nails and washing the vegetable peeler. I'm always afraid I'm going to nick off a bit of finger skin. (I'm also afraid that my left kneecap will someday be ripped off by the back bumper of a car as it drives past me while I'm standing on the sidewalk). And for those of you who think there might be a silver lining, I'm wearing glasses as I type this.