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Meals to Savor
I’m fully adjusted back to life in America. Unfortunately.
Paris feels like a distant memory, but I like to believe that I can still taste those daily croissants and glasses of wine. (Can’t wait to turn 21…in 2014.)
I’ve started my summer internship and my time has completely escaped from my grasp. When I’m not at work, I’m lying on my couch trying to resist looking at a computer screen for one more second. It’s kind of a nice change; instead of being glued to the bores of Facebook, I’m talking to my grandma about times past, looking through old photographs with my siblings, and reading a great book for food lovers and New Yorkers alike, 97 Orchard Street: An Edible History of Five Immigrant Families in One New York Tenement.
I’ve also been meeting up with old friends to catch up after my 5 months abroad. It’s so great when you can sit down with a friend and truly pick up right where you left off.
To meet up with my friends for dinner, I’ve been making reservations through a site my friend showed me, Savored (sponsored by Groupon). It’s a reservation service that allows you to browse restaurants in your area by price, category of cuisine, and neighborhood.
What sets it apart from other websites? All of the sites on Savored offer a discount (in my experience somewhere between 10-30% depending on the time of your meal) off the total bill including drinks. Not bad, huh? It’s available in many larger American cities and well worth the one extra email in your inbox.
Back in the New York Groove
After finals week came to a close and I enjoyed my last few days in Paris, I can’t believe that I’m now back in New York.
It’s bittersweet. The weather has been rainy and cold ever since I got here, which is making enjoying the city a bit difficult. I’m on Long Island for Memorial Day weekend, going through old clothes, old trinkets, and many memories.
It’s hard being back in New York. I missed my family and New York a lot, and it’s nice to be back in my own bed and have my whole closet of clothes to choose from as opposed to the selection of clothes I’ve been rewearing for the past 5 months.
Simple tasks like driving to the grocery store are strange. I hadn’t been behind the wheel in 5 months, and though it comes back to you like riding a bike, it definitely feels weird to be the driver instead of the passenger. At the market, I almost bumped into a few people and felt “Pardon” slipping out of my mouth, before quickly switching to “Excuse me.”
It’s little adjustments like keeping my eyes on the road and switching languages that will take a bit of time to get used to. What will take a bit longer is no longer seeing my oldest sister every day. I’ve grown accustomed to the rants and raves that she and I settled into. And the occasional cute mistakes we’d mock her boyfriend about. (My favorite is “Why are you so mean with me?” Just too cute.)
Before I left, we made homemade crepes. Though I have the essence of France with the 3 jars of mustard I brought back with me, the taste isn’t the same without Emily.
Can’t wait for August, Em. I miss you!
Here’s a recipe for crepes, though hers is from memory.
*Update: The link above is now a link my sister suggests as a good crepe recipe.
Grande Mosquée de Paris
I came to Paris because I love everything about French culture – the food, the art, the literature, and more. But after my time here, I’ve realized more and more that Paris is changing – it’s much more like New York than I ever realized, mostly because of its tendency to be a melting pot of cultures.
I’ve always been interested in experiencing different cultures through their religions. One of my most fond memories of field trips at my Catholic school was in the 7th grade when my entire class went to different places of worship: a Jewish temple, a Buddhist temple, a Greek Orthodox church, etc. Having been exposed to Catholicism at home and at school, I found the traditions of other religions to be extremely interesting and beautiful.
With classes over and finals about to begin, my friends and I decided to take a study break by going to the Grande Mosquée of Paris. It takes up an entire block: with gardens, a café, and baths, there is so much to see in this intricately designed building in the middle of the classic-looking city.
Before
After
If you have a few days to spare in Paris, I really suggest heading to the 5th arrondissement. Paris is a city to visit classically French things, of course, but more and more it’s becoming the home to many other groups of people. At first glance, it may be surprising that this mosque is in the same city as Notre Dame, but it’s a symbol of how cities around the world can adapt to different people.
Two Weeks Notice
I truly cannot fathom that two weeks from today, I will be headed home to New York. Where did the last few months go?
It’s so cliché, but time really does go by so quickly. The youngest of four kids, I always heard “You’re growing up so fast!” and “You’re so much taller since the last time I saw you!” to which I politely smiled and nodded. When you’re little, time is just a way to count the days. You go to school at 8AM, come home at 3, have dinner at 6, go to bed at 9. Every September you go back to school, every summer you go to camp. Time just kind of goes by, and it was easier.
As we get a bit older, you realize you don’t always want the time to just go by. Sure, when you’re sitting in class or at your desk, sometimes you can’t help but count down the minutes until you can get up and leave. But even succumbing to this occasional circumstance, I still feel like the time slipped right through my fingers.
As I head back to New York two weeks from today, I’ll be taking every day at a time – exploring New York the way I’ve been exploring Paris; learning and working at my internship; turning 20; cherishing the moments I have with all of my family together in my house of 16 years that we’ll be moving out of.
Through the ups and the downs, I guess the most important thing to do is cherish the time that you have. It always goes by too quickly.
My Mom’s Hash Browns
When I was little, we used to go to our country house every weekend. It was something I didn’t appreciate as much until I got older; I would have rather stayed in the city to have play-dates with my friends than go out to Westhampton where the only people I knew were my siblings.
When we’d return to the city on Sunday, my mom would usually resort to breakfast-for-dinner from either a lack of groceries or being tired. Whether it was pancakes or eggs, we almost always had hash browns.
To this day, the smell of these flavors mixing together on the stove brings back the memories of the ever-so-exciting break from well-balanced dinners we used to have. We almost always have potatoes and onions lying around, so they’re easy to whip up without stepping out to the store. The dash of paprika makes them unique, and the mix of butter and olive oil gives them the perfect crispy crust. Trust me, you’ll have a hard time resisting picking these out of the pan.
My Mom’s Hash Browns
5 large potatoes
2 large onions, sliced into half-moons
1/2 stick of butter
1 T olive oil
1 T olive oil
1 T salt
1 tsp pepper
1 T paprika
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1. Boil/ microwave your potatoes until they’re about half-way cooked. Dice them up.
2. Melt together the olive oil and butter. Add the sliced onions.
3. Once the onions have softened, add the potatoes and spices.
4. Mix together all of the ingredients, and make a flat layer of potatoes in the pan to ensure even cooking.
5. Slow cook them on low heat for about an hour or until browned, stirring around every 10-15 minutes.
4. Mix together all of the ingredients, and make a flat layer of potatoes in the pan to ensure even cooking.
5. Slow cook them on low heat for about an hour or until browned, stirring around every 10-15 minutes.
6. Serve with eggs and/or ketchup, and enjoy!
Lemon Poundcake Squares
Lemon is one of my favorite flavors. Whether it’s a candy or a cocktail, it’s my go-to.
A room with a view
With my sister’s boyfriend out of town for the weekend, we decided to indulge in meals that aren’t Tom-friendly. The key player: lemon. After a delicious lemon, goat cheese, and asparagus pasta, we had some lemons left over. I decided to take it upon myself to use them up in dessert form (something I can proudly say even the lemon-intolerant Frenchman took a bite of).
These lemon poundcake squares are the perfect buttery-yet-light sweet. They taste a bit like the Starbucks lemon poundcake I often resort to and are a fresh-tasting reminder of all of the summery citrusy flavors that will be coming my way.
Recipe Courtesy of Marzipan via Pinterest
*For the glaze, I only used about 3/4 cup of powdered sugar and about 1 1/2 tablespoons of lemon juice, eyeballing it. I did this in order to conserve powdered sugar, but next time I’ll use more to enhance the sour flavor – I think lemon desserts should be a bit more sour than sweet!
Bordeaux and St. Emilion: Tastes
As promised, here are some of my favorite things I tasted in the French wine country.
First off, we went to a huge indoor market in Bordeaux where my friends and I needed a little something to hold us over until lunch. Croquettes were our option which the lady in the photo below freshly dished out into a plastic to-go container.
We then wandered through the outdoor part of the market, which we learned is a privilege passed down through generations. World War I left many widows, so the city tried to help them earn money by allowing them to go into the indoor market, then only for distributors, buy some items, and resell them outside. Now, only their relatives have the right to sell on the street, but it is something the city will soon end since the need is low.
In the same indoor market, I found this cheese vendor. Needless to say, I was in heaven.
Our tour-leader bought us mini Cannelés Bordelais. They’re a bit crunchy on the outside, soft in the middle (the texture for which the unique mold was invented), and have a licorice-rum taste. There is a story behind these dense little cakes: winemakers in the region use egg whites to ferment their wine, therefore having an abundance of unused yolks. They gave them to nuns, who came up with this very temperamental and difficult recipe.
Though we didn’t get to eat there, we went into one of the best restaurants in Bordeaux to watch how they prepare some of their meet delicacies. PS The woman on our left was our adorable tour guide.
After that, we stopped for lunch and to have our first bottle of Bordeaux in the region. There were various foods like a pâté, another meat delicacy with parts of a pig not used for the pâté, and some intestine. Though I forced myself to try some of the dishes, I mostly stuck to the camembert and chèvre.
Wine from lunch
Later that night, we went to a wine bar called Wine More Time. Though white Bordeaux is not my favorite, the atmosphere of this bar was very chill, drinking on top of stools in front of wine barrels.
The next day in St. Emilion, we had a brief tour in the morning followed by time by ourselves for lunch. My friends and I sat outside, at salads, pizzas, and more, and had this delicious bottles of wine, one of our favorites from the trip.
Wine at lunch
St. Emilion is famous for a different style of macaroons. They are made with egg whites, sugar, and almonds, and are fluffy beyond belief. They come in a box on the parchment paper they were baked on because they are too fragile to take off and package. I bought a larger one and split it with my friend. Definitely worth it.
Lastly but certainly not least, we did a wine tasting. We walked through various vineyards and reached Chateaux La Fleur Picon, a vineyard that makes Saint-Emilion Grand Cru.
We learned a bit about how the wine was made, all by the same man whose family has been making the wine for 9 generations. They make one vintage a year, and we tasted both 2009 and 2010. The newer of the two was a bit more acidic but tasted just like the kind of wine my mom would love. The 2009 was smoother. Confession: I bought 3 bottles.
All in all, it was a beautiful 2-day break in the wine countryside, and made me realize how much I want to move to Northern California some day and run a vineyard with horses à la Dennis Quaid in The Parent Trap. A girl can dream, and until then, I got a small dose during my trip to Bordeaux and St. Emilion!
Bordeaux and St. Emilion: Sights
I came back from a two-day trip to Bordeaux and St. Emilion. We caught a 6:41AM train from Paris to Bordeaux on Saturday morning and took a bus on Sunday morning to St. Emilion. A day in each place was perfect, if not a bit short. But this mini-escape from my faster-paced life in Paris was the perfect retreat pre-finals.
Since I apparently decided to be a paparazzi, I’ve split the posts into two: one for sights and one for tastes. Enjoy the photos and definitely plan a trip to French wine country if you ever get the chance. It’s one of the most beautiful places you’ll ever visit!
A future home option
Ruins in Bordeaux
St. Emilion wall
St. Emilion “place”
Vineyard with tower
Winemaker at Chateaux La Fleur Picon
Baby grapes
Pizza Crust: Healthified
After a winter of hibernating with boeuf bourguignon and toasty baguette with goat cheese, there comes a time where you have to detox.
My sister and I (much to the dismay of her beef-loving boyfriend) have been on a serious veggie binge. Even though the vegetables are not even at their peak yet, after a winter of nothing, they taste like candy to our deprived taste buds.
Veggie-pizza was one of the items on our menu for the week. In lieu of a wheat-heavy pizza crust, I suggested that we stray from the norm and try something I found on Pinterest: “doughless” cauliflower pizza crust.
The recipe came from Lauren Conrad’s website and worked really well, though the crust never got too crispy, to my dismay. Next time, I think I’ll used processed mozzarella in a bag instead of the kind that comes in a ball- I think the liquid from the cheese might have been a factor in the mushy crust. All in all, though this pizza is nothing like a triangular slice you can grab on a New York street, the cauliflower-based crust was the perfect base for pesto and roasted veggies.
*Don’t forget to spray your pan, even if you use aluminum foil like I did. Also, grab a fork and knife, because this crust will not hold up to gravity like a wheat one will!
Recipe via Pinterest courtesy of Lauren Conrad
