Category: Movable Feast
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The “Meat” in France
Flash Back 1988: Staring at the French menu, French Husband translated but not word for word. He read, "Chicken no. Lamb no. Bunny certainly not. The liver of a duck…. Oh I use to love the…
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Cinderella’s Pumpkin
My Mother called me Cinderella, not because I wore glass slippers, nor for my flare for transforming mice into men, but because I was the oldest child followed by four brothers. Needless to say, whenever a house-chore had to…
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One of the Best Things I Have Ever Had for Dinner
It was the last night the chef would cook at my favorite restaurant in Carpentras. Luckily, I did not know that before I had my meal. How sad I would have been learning I would never again taste the deliciousness…
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Dinner in Paris
French dining. A must in Paris, the old time bistros. Especially with friends and a bottle of wine. At Josephine's 'Chez Dumonet's' their souffle is a must as well. Via: Josephine 'Chez Dumonet'. "For a delicious sepia-toned experience…
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Saturday Art Saves: Dad’s Daily Red
Photography and text by Corey Amaro The Harvest Market in Fort Bragg never disappoints. French Husband, Chelsea and I gathered grocerys for our sejour at Westport. In our grocery cart, stuffed between breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next…
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Butterfly Wings and a Slice of Melon
Photos and text by: Corey Amaro. Melon sliced on the breakfast counter. It set the stage. Ripe and ready. Generous and lush. Do you ever have those moments where out of the blue something reminds you of something and instantly…