Well, it`s only been a million years since my last post. I hope you all haven`t given up on Fire-cakes. To tell you the truth, blogging is VERY challenging for me. I am not sure how to fit it in my schedule. But I do love sharing my life with everyone who is interested, especially my family. I hope to improve in my time management skills so I will blog more.
A lot has happened since my last post about the delicious Maple Walnut Bars that Katie made at the Tapas party. For example, I have eaten grilled cheese numerous times.
I`ve made Michael pose for picture with me.
I`ve eaten many pastries from Du Pain et des Idées, a fantastic and rustic boulangerie in my neighborhood.
Katie and her room-mate Céline had us over for Enchiladas and a wine lesson.
Céline`s friend brought her a pack of cigarettes with Ché Guevarra on the front. Fumer tue=Smoking kills.
There is lots of interesting street art is Paris. I love this one.
The warmer the weather gets, the more salads I make.
Katie brought these Ancho and Arbol dried chiles to me from Boston because they are close to impossible to find in Paris. I rehydrate them by soaking them in warm water for 30 minutes.
We were lucky enough to have a visit from Michael`s Swedish friend Andreas. He is one of the funniest people ever and kept me laughing all day. Michael and I spent most of the time making fun of Swedes and Sweden because they are so pure, innocent and sheltered from the hardships of the world. Andreas countered this by showing us a youtube video of a clip from a show called wife swap, in which a chubby eight-year-old southern boy tries to convince his new “mom” that bacon is good for him. Then he runs away to his grandmother`s house so he can get some chicken nuggets. I guess we all have our cultural flaws.