Oh hey, you. Nice to see you. This is a food blog now. And a blog about living in New York, Paris, and San Francisco. And sometimes it's a blog about yoga or dating. Sometimes it's about traveling. Basically, it's about whatever I feel like writing about. Oh, it also boasts what may be the longest blog subtitle in the world. So there's that. Welcome and bienvenue.
Broad strokes: writer, editor, eater, traveler.
The deets: salsa aficionado, burrito and spicy tuna roll freak, Kentucky hoop junkie, baker of sweets, lover of fog, wine, coffee, breakfast, vacations, spinach, ice cream, macarons, croissants au beurre, pastries, fancy cocktails, sweaty Bikram yoga, surfers and attempts at surfing, white beaches, train travel, the SF Giants, and all things French and San Francisco.
Thanks to my friend Gretchen for sharing this – I totally need it today, though if I’d actually made this graphic I probably would’ve used a stronger curse word than “hell,” but I’m klassy (with a K) like that. I … Continue reading →
In the process of updating my bio for PVL, I re-read this story I wrote a while back and remembered that HOLY SHIT, I really have some crazy dating stories. It’s all an adventure, but this one is definitely one … Continue reading →
I’m on a little kouign amann bender right now – a memory bender, that is, since I haven’t had any for a few months. You may recall that I just wrote about the mouthwatering kouignettes of Maison George Larnicol last … Continue reading →
Oh, the things people say. More specifically, the really asinine things people say when they travel. It’s this kind of stupidity (see quote below) that used to make this American girl right here and her American friends in Paris say … Continue reading →
Life is better with chocolate chip cookies in it. Life with Levain Bakery’s chocolate chip cookies in it is like a buttery-chocolate acid trip. (True confession: I really have no idea what an acid trip is like, but if it’s … Continue reading →
The day I discovered Maison George Larnicol was kind of like the food equivalent to the dramatic Lloyd Dobler-In Your Eyes-boombox moment in Say Anything. I was walking along the rue de Rivoli, rain pouring, getting drenched. Suddenly, I looked … Continue reading →
You know what’s great about New York? You can find absolutely anything–and I do mean ANYTHING. Like a store with forty or fifty kinds of salt, just laid out beautifully before you on sampling plates, waiting for you to scoop … Continue reading →