French cooking class (part I)

November 12, 2011

When I was in Paris in 2005 (like I’ve been more than the once), I was in a lovely romantic haze.

My husband (then my boyfriend of 8 months) and I met there at the end of his European study abroad for about a week and a half.

We traveled from Paris to Nice to Bordeaux and back to Paris.

It. was. heaven.

While those were my shake-and-bake days my pre-foodie days, I appreciated everything we ate, from the simple baguettes and cheese to the croque monsieurs to the mussels in white wine sauce.  Read the rest of this entry »

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