A Perfect Dinner

 

It was a perfect dinner in so many respects. At out local restaurant, so the reception was warm and there was the comfort of being a regular. It was with friends from New York and we all enjoyed one of my husband's and our friends' favourite odd bits --- sweetbreads. 

Smiling in the Supermarket

So I was a little rough on Parisian old ladies in my last post. Perhaps they read my blog because lo, and behold when went in the supermarket it was full of them, all smiles and no shoving.

Joys of Paris

It's fabulous here in Paris, but it can also be very frustrating. Today for example there is a strike, pretty standard practice in this country and we've adjusted to them. However, it is the egocentric nature of many Parisians that really makes us crazy. I recently tweeted that my husband, not a small man, was pushed out of the way when boarding a bus. There is no orderly queuing like London, just a free for all that resembles a rugby scrum when the bus finally arrives. And the victors? Usually the little old ladies.

Beyond Fat-tailed lamb

Writing cookbooks introduces you to lots of people, in person and by email. In Fat: An Appreciation of a Misunderstood Ingredient, with RecipesI wrote about my search for fat-tailed lamb. Several people wrote offering the tail, but I couldn't accept as there was no way to bring it legally into Canada. Then Laurie Maus, wrote from a farm halfway between Ottawa and Montréal, telling me that she had fat-tailed sheep and would put some aside for me. Finally I would get to try it, however I haven't been to visit her yet.