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10 things France has taught me about food

If you were to tell me in high school that, after graduating college, I would pack up and move abroad, I would more than likely have laughed in your face. My image of post-graduate life involved hole-in-the-wall NYC apartments and cubicles, not working abroad. But I suppose life can surprise you when you’d least expect it because, as […]

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musings on French terroir

It dawned on me the other day that I’ve been learning French for about 10 years now. My reaction to this realization? I’ll refrain from any cliché commentary on how fast time seems to pass and focus instead on the overwhelming wave of pride I felt wash over me. It has taken a whole lot of […]

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what’s more french than crêpes?

… not much. In fact, after baguette, I would say crêpes are a solid number 2 on the list of classic French foods. (Although, according to BuzzFeed, baked camembert is pretty high up there as well.) Essentially a thin pancake, crêpes originate from Brittany, a region in the northwest of the country. Nowadays, however, they can […]

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Lately on Instagram: introducing new (french!) flavors

Hello, friends! For anyone new, “Lately on Instagram” is a series where I summarize what’s been happening in my kitchen lately, with posts revolving around larger themes such as meal prep, summer flavors, or high-vibrational foods. Today, it’s all about introducing new, french ingredients into my kitchen.

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why I’ll never buy almond butter in France again

About three weeks into my eight-month stint here in France, I began craving almond butter. I missed slathering it on apple and banana slices, drizzling it on top of hearty smoothie bowls and, I’ll admit, eating it straight out of the jar with a spoon. At first, I tried to suppress these cravings because I […]

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the french and their amour of baguette

It comes as no surprise that the French love bread. If it wasn’t for the baguette, they would have nothing to spread their fromage on every night after dinner and they wouldn’t have anything to dip into a hearty beef bourgonione. Ah, quelle horreur!

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