You may not read this. I mean, how ridiculous is it to review a salad? Aren’t they all the same? Let me just say that you can take it from someone who doesn’t really like lettuce that all salads are not the same. Or you can take it from two teen boys who ate so much of this chicken salad with haricots verts last night that there was none left when their sisters came home from their respective activities. I should probably clarify that those two teen boys did not eat all of the chicken salad because they were ridiculously hungry and their wicked step-monster gave them only paltry lettuce. They ate the chicken salad because it was absolutely delicious.Read More
I love Paris. Love it. It's topped in my heart only by Rome. And the beach.
I don't love French food. Never have. Too rich. Too - dare I say it? - weird. I know, I know. Please, if you are reading from France, keep reading. I promise I will redeem myself. I'm just not a foodie. I love pancakes. I love a good cheeseburger. I'm simple about food, really. But thanks to a beautiful article in this month’s Bon Appétit, I was inspired to go French.Read More