Monthly Archives: May 2015

Poor Man’s Soup: A Farro Stew

The sky outside is a low ceiling of hammered grey tin. I’ve spent most of the day tucked indoors, new French scarf wrapped around my neck, a birthday present from my beloved, writing at the small table beside the front windows. Occasionally I look up from my scribbling work and glance out at The Grandmother,

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Along the Winding Road: A New Project

Sometimes we take the long way.  We each get to things in our own time, along our own winding road through the scarlet poppy fields. After years of my partner gently urging me, last week while in Cannes, I finally decided to move forward with a new work: a personal narrative of our time

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A Return to Cannes

My eyes scan the crowded sidewalk café, searching for an open table. Funny that it is much more crowded than yesterday, I think to myself, spotting an available table for two and maneuvering quickly to grab it before someone else does. As I sit down and face the bustling open air market in its covered

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A Paris Encounter: Meeting de Blasi

It was a one in a million chance. Or, as I like to say, a mysterious intersection of fate and destiny. That I would happen to encounter one of my favourite authors sitting at a famous Left Bank café in Paris was improbable enough, yet a half dozen other factors that day led up to

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L’olivier: the Olive Tree

I wish this was made of olive wood. That was the thought that lingered in my mind as I stood at the sink, washing the stainless steel ladle I had used for scooping the evening’s homemade soup (organic broccoli and potato, in case you were curious). Despite my aptitude as a French-trained cook, the kitchen

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