What would you do if you only had one day in Paris?
When I knew my husband and I were going to be in France for a week in late March and that we would only have one day in Paris, I started researching and dreaming.
I had been to Paris twice before, once as a seventeen-year-old high school student on a class trip, and again in my early twenties with a heavy backpack on my back, and only a few hours before I caught a train to Le Havre to take the ferry to Ireland. Both trips were quick and furious, and mostly what I remembered was one crowded, tourist destination after another. I never really felt the charm of this gorgeous city.
But I wanted to. And for me, along with walking and taking in the neighborhoods on foot, food is how I get to know a place, how I fall in love.
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It’s perfectly chillllllly up here in Maine. Brrrrrrrr!!! I love winter, and I love the snow, which is a good thing, because we’ve got plenty, and it’s only December!
Years ago when Greg and I first moved back to Everett from Georgia, we lived in his dad’s basement for a while. We didn’t have a house, all our stuff was in storage, I had no job, and it was just Dizzy and me hanging out during the week. I spent hours writing every day and in the afternoons I watched cooking shows on the Food Network. One of my favorite’s was the Barefoot Contessa. Her recipes are so easy and delicious and they never go out of style.