My Paris kitchen was, I think, a lot different than David Lebovitz’s. My stove top lacked knobs, so my roommates and…
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Wanderlusting
Hot Chocolate Not Optional
If you’ve ever been to Angelina’s, you’re probably still dreaming about the soupy hot chocolate and its partnering chantilly (especially…
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A Dreamer's Diet
I don’t do well with self-restraint. I pretend to do well with moderation, but that’s questionable at best. Jars of…
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On Love, In Sadness
After three days of jetlag, I’m starting to get used to time in America. Everything else, not so much. From…
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Life After Finals
I had all three of my finals Monday. Not the best schedule for my sleep Sunday night, but afterwards it…
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It's not over til the fat lady sings
Last night, we went to the opera. We saw Tosca at the Opera Bastille, the national opera of Paris. And…
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