For many years, I didn’t really get macarons. – {For those who have devoted less of their waking hours to the study, acquisition, and consumption of baked goods, I would like to take a brief moment to delineate French “macarons” from “macaroons”. While it is, essentially, the same word (one is the French variant, the…
Journal of a cold, Day 8: I am still sick. The illness that has taken root in my sinuses shows no sign of dissipating. The deluge from my nostrils continues. Yesterday, I ventured out, for the first time in many days. I squinted painfully at the sunlight above. I am greatly changed, I know. I…
– We didn’t manage to make it to Centre Pompidou – one of Paris’ main modern art museums. We wanted to go (at one point, we were even in line for tickets), but then we realized we were hungry, and there was pot au feu and steak frites to think about. And then we found…
I’m still sick, so I hope you’ll forgive me for another brief blog post. I feel like wet concrete has been poured into my sinuses. – When I was a kid, my cousin would often come visit from Italy during the summer. He and his parents (and later, when they existed, his siblings, too) would…
I’m sick. I mean physically (though everything else is up for debate). I spent the weekend in Los Angeles, visiting my wee little nephew, who is, for those of you playing along at home, the cutest person on the face of the planet (even though he screams like an 1800’s dental patient whenever one of his…
This week wasn’t that different than any other. Anthony Weiner got caught sexting (again). I made a fool of myself on camera (again … but this time it was on the Huffington Post! In my defense, there was a really bad echo, so I heard everything I said with a 2-second delay … and that’s…
– I never, ever thought I’d tire of eating French food, but at some point during our short jaunt I realized that I could not eat another duck confit. To be fair, this was less about being sick of duck confit and more about wanting to fit into the trousers I had brought with me.…
I was walking around the 4th arrondissement in Paris when I saw this: – I had to stare at it for a few moments to fully grasp the awesomeness that was happening. It’s David Duchovny – FOX MOULDER HIMSELF – modeling for some brand that we don’t have here in the states. It’s bizarre to…
My husband sees beauty where others do not, and for that, I’m grateful. – When something is aesthetically pleasing but too obvious, too easily attained, he tends to ignore it. While the world touts some new supermodel or starlet as the new standard of sexiness and perfection, my husband quietly notes that he really likes…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
Paperback Available March 11th
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