Just an hour or so from Paris is the medieval market at Le Neubourg where each wednesday locals crowd the market, choosing their fresh fruits and vegetable, regional raw-milk cheeses and just-churned golden-yellow crocks of butter, along with meats and hand-stuffed sausages from the jovial local bouchers, doling out crispy morsels of sautéed charcuterie. It’s the kind of market where if you ask the poultry…

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Beginning with choosing teams for third-grade Dodgeball to food blog memes, I’m accustomed to being the last one picked. But then I get tagged twice in one week! Along came my new gal-pal Meg, from Too Many Chefs, who snagged me for the cookbook meme that’s been going ’round. Here goes…. 1. Total number of cookbooks I’ve owned: Well, er, when I moved out of…

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Butterscotch Pudding 1. In a large bowl, make the butterscotch base by mixing the brown sugar with the melted butter. Set aside. 2. Put the yolks in a small bowl and stir briefly. 2. In a small bowl, whisk the cornstarch with a small amount of the cold milk until smooth. Pour the rest of the milk into a heavy saucepan and scrape in the…

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When people ask me the rather perplexing question, “Why do you live in France?”, I simply direct them to the nearest fromagerie. Yes, there’s great food to be found everywhere: Spain has great ham and crisp, almond turrone, Italians have great olive oil and gelato. And when in New York who can resist the chewy bialys and bagels? But there is nothing comparable to the…

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I was tagged by Adam, the Amateur Gourmet who picked me for this food meme. (Then split for 2-3 weeks of vacation!) Here’s my responses… What is your first memory of baking/cooking on your own? Good Seasons salad dressing. The measuring! The mixing! The magic! No wonder I became a pastry chef. Who had the most influence on your cooking? Lindsey Shere, who was the…

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Snooping Around

While snooping around a friend’s kitchen, I opened a drawer and found this. She swears it wasn’t directed at me.

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Patriotic Pie

Happy Fourth of July!

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Forget Catherine Deneuve and Carole Bouquet. The most photographed and revered woman in Paris is Denise Acabo. With her braided pig-tails, necktie, and crisply-pleated kilt, Denise is the sweetest woman in Paris. Her shop, A l’Etoile d’Or, has an ethereal selection of artisan confections and chocolates from France and whenever I go, I invariably find something new to try, something tasty, something that is so…

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…I-T-A, that’s BRITA™! It lurks in my kitchen, waiting…and waiting. It thirsts for the precious fluid of life. And it will stop at nothing to get it. It is voracious. It is unstoppable. And it doesn’t care who gets in its way. I can’t leave it alone. I hydrate. The water level drops, it needs to be filled. It craves it. Seeking completion. It hungers…

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