There’s always much debate over when it’s okay to telephone someone at home. How late is too later? How early is okay to call? Are they friends, or family? When I moved to Paris, a friend told me, “Never call anyone before noon on Sunday.” I made that mistake once, and that was all it took. So I’m sound asleep at 8am this Saturday morning…

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Jean-Charles Rochoux has perhaps the tiniest chocolate shop in Paris, located on an unassuming side street off the Rue de Rennes. It’s hard to see and easy to miss if you’re not looking for it. But what causes most passers-by to stop are the window displays, filled with intricately-sculpted statues and figures, crafted entirely of chocolate. M. Rochoux spent many years in the workshop of…

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On a recent radio interview that I did, the producer wrote immediately afterward that they were inundated with requests for my recipe for Cocoa Nib Sausage, which I use to top my Chocolate Pizza Dough from Chocolate Pizza Dough, rolled out onto baking sheets 1. In a small bowl, mix together 2 tablespoons olive oil and the minced garlic. Set aside. 2. Heat remaining olive…

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Sometimes I find food shopping in Paris like trying to catch a feather: the harder and more urgent you reach for something, the harder it seems to grasp. And with the recent tanker spill of 800,000 pounds of cocoa beans, it seems like chocolate’s going to be in short supply, so I’d better find another medium to work with. So how about pork? So off…

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Kevin at Seriously Good tagged me with this, The 2006 Food Challenge of This Year I Dare! You’re supposed to talk about things you’re going to do different in the kitchen this year. Here’s a few… Garbage Bags I’m only going to buy premium, top-quality garbage bags this year. No more el-cheapo, whisper-thin bags that you could read Le Monde through. I generate mounds of…

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Holy Merde!

When my internet service went down a few months ago, I telephoned the company to arrange an appointment for the repair. After three long weeks, service was restored. Then this came with my phone bill: In France you get charged to speak to someone in ‘customer service’, at 35 centimes per minute. Let’s say you’re on hold for 30 minutes. You get a bill for…

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Ode To A Powerball™ By David Lebovitz I think that I shall never see, A Powerball™ as lovely as ici. The rosy ball ensures success Against my dishes, which entered a mess. Inside the dishwasher, so full it is scary, But I just press the button! Could I be more merry? A sudsy froth, I’m sure it will yield, Behind the closed door, its fate…

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Oy!

To see something very sad, click here. Yes. It finally happened. (As seen in The Food Section)

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