I first wrote and published this post in April 2017. I was reminded of it when it was posted on Facebook by mon ami, Bertrand, on My Private Paris' page. Merci, Bertrand, Best Tour Guide Ever! And the recipe at the end for gougères is very apropos... I just finished all 5 of Laura Bradbury's …
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First off, no, I am not dead. You probably think that, dear Blog, but I am alive and kicking. Yes, I still love you. Yes, I still love to write. What happened? You know, I am not sure. Mon dieu bon dieu, I had to log into the WordPress website and that meant I had …
I've been MIA from my dear sweet blog. January brought the passing of my mom's dear sweet husband and that of my dear sweet father-in-law. I still catch myself not believing that they are gone from us. February brought a three-day trip to Washington, DC and the usual whirlwind of classes, lesson plans and the …
These New Balance cross trainers were made for walking... And that's just what they did. For six full days in Paris. Wednesday with Ghislaine (21,017 steps, 9.3 miles). It's no wonder that I have a sore muscle (or something) around my left ankle. No blisters, though, I am happy to report. One sore toenail, but …
Non, I am not posting about math problems. Heaven help anyone who asks me a math-related question. The kids in my after school study hall know that. I have a couple of 8th graders on call to help with anything more complicated that multiplication tables. And recently I proved that I am not even very …
I read this book several years ago and fell in love with it. When I pitched my own (still unfinished) book to Algonquin, I was asked if I had read French Dirt. Oui. A couple of times. Little did I know that a few years later I would be introduced to Richard Goodman through a mutual friend, Jo Maeder, albeit …
I started looking through my photos from the January and March trips to France (yet once again) and found an theme: critters. I did not realize I had so many until I started looking for them. Of course, what would it be like in Paris without pigeons? Bertrand, our guide par excellence, said that you …
the sabbatical chef 