A Californian living in Switzerland
When you imagine visiting Paris I’m guessing images of baguettes and croissants come to mind, right? When you’re an expat living across the street from a French boulangerie you dream of visiting Paris and eating more exotic cuisine than what’s in your neighborhood. Lamb curry. Tuna sashimi. Carnitas tacos. Tacos, tacos, tacos. I have found myself Googling […]
Read MoreBeing a Californian, I thought no cocktail could take the place of a salty, lime margarita on a hot summer’s day. And then I moved to Europe and met the Aperol Spritz. Oh, hello… The Italian aperitif has a bitter orange flavor that is not for kids. Not that alcohol is for kids at all… […]
Read MoreSome day, when I am not one month out from having a baby, I will fly to Venice for Mardi Gras and discover what true Carnevale is all about. But that is not the case, so tonight I’ll make my favorite pancake recipe as is my family’s tradition every “Fat Tuesday.” Maybe we’ll go crazy […]
Read MoreI don’t know about you, but in the summertime I find myself reaching more and more for a glass of wine …or a margarita …or a mojito. There is something about the late sunsets that have me celebrating every day of the week with a drink! I don’t need the alcohol; I just need something […]
Read MoreI’m a morning person. Every day at 7 a.m. my eyelids fly open, my toes start dancing and my mind runs through all of the amazing possibilities that the day presents. I have an insuppressible need for sunshine and breakfast ASAP. (Basically, I’m a Disney cartoon.) Unfortunately, my husband is the opposite: A night owl. […]
Read MoreOne of the more challenging aspects of living in un pays cher (expensive country) is that we rarely go out to dinner. Granted we save as much as we can to travel to less-expensive countries and go out to dinner there, but 95% of our meals in Geneva are at home…which can become monotonous! So, […]
Read MoreConfession: I took more time choosing a china pattern than choosing where I went to college. Whereas I felt in my bones I was a Tarheel years before enrolling, I had no idea what kind of plates person I was. Modern? Decadent? Simple? A little of all three, please? Then I came across Royal Copenhagen. Delicate, hand-painted, whimsical. […]
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