Leaving home is a bittersweet thing. I love Northern California: boiling summers in Sacramento, playing the tourist in San Francisco, living down the street from the most famous start-up Internet companies in the world. Yet I'm looking forward to...
When I think of markets in Paris, I generally envision fresh fruits, huge rolls of cheese, pastries still warm to the touch. Maybe a few dead chickens hanging in the butcher's stand.
Birds usually don't cross my mind.
However, on my last trip...
Apparently real men don't eat quiche. Typical.
I feel like quiche is completely misunderstood by Americans. We assume that because it's French (fun fact: it actually originated in Germany), it must be snooty, difficult to cook or not enough to...