It's Thanksgiving day. I'm alone. I'm alone because I'm the only person who is close to me and at the same time off today. I feel a tinge of guilt at the fact that I own neither a turkey, nor a yam, nor a cranberry and am, needless to say, not cooking them. I feel a tinge of guilt at the fact that my parents are having Thanksgiving for two. I ( Read more... )

After a glass of sweetish white wine and some foie gras and toast on the world's most broken down sofa, I was seated at the table between Anne and Delphine. Delphine is a cutish brown-eyed blonde. Her face is a little too flat and she has tired eyes. We had just met. The most remarkable thing about Delphine was her perfume, or at least that's ( Read more... )

Well, Thanksgiving came and went in France. Another year no Turkey. Turkeys are rather difficult to procure and aren't really my favorite thing anyway. On the other hand, I'd like to serve Turkey just to ingrain an American tradition in the polliwogs. In the end though, I'm lazy, the tradition ingraining probably won't work that well because I ( Read more... )

I hope everyone is having (or will have) a happy Halloween ( Read more... )