I met Cynthia years ago in Paris. We were Americans living abroad; she had a bakery close to my apartment where she whipped up American favorites. Cynthia was a rising star in the pastry…

                Last night’s dinner table. Place mats were made from vintage music paper, each guest had to sing a few lines in French of course. No I ‘m just kidding, but the thought did cross…

                My friend Carol came to visit me last weekend.  She loves macaron, I mean loves them. In her small suitcase she brought about a hundred of them, I am not kidding. Carol cleaned out…

                        The differences between France and America are subtle. Take Mums and pumpkins for example. Mums a fall flower arrives in force in October. They spill out from the French floral shops…

                               Photo: Breakfast dishes. My Mother knows in the morning what she is going to make for dinner. At seven a.m., list in hand she is at the grocery store…

                Photo: At the French Market. As a child I was a picky eater. I could count the things I liked to eat on two hands. White bread, peanut butter but not crunchy, hamburgers plain,…