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parisian snow day
When hubs told me we were starting February off in Paris, I had one thought: I hope we get to see the city in the snow. Never mind that according to almost everything I read, it rarely snows in Paris. I had it in my head that that would make the weekend that much more romantical (new word). On our first day, we high-tailed it to the Eifel Tower and made friends with that little bird to the left who kept posing for all my photos. No snow, but the perfect start no less. That night, when we left dinner,…
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plus macarons, s’il vous plaît!
Ahhh, Paris. Of all the things I miss since returning on Tuesday–walking along the Seine, a snow covered Jardin du Luxembourg, and life in the 6th arrondissement–the thing I’ve missed most this week is the food. As mentioned, I’m not really a sweets girl… but in Paris, that all changes. I could live on Nutella crepes and macarons and pain au chocolat, it’s true. And now, after my self-imposed taste test, I can happily announce that I could live specifically on Pierre Hermé macarons. Let’s discuss. On our first trip to Paris, we fell in love with Pierre Hermé. Right…
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mon coeur est à paris
How on EARTH is it already Tuesday and I’m already back in New York? As expected, this weekend was absolute perfection, complete with amazing food, even better wine, and a snow covered Paris. More details to come, but for now, here’s what I was able to check off my own little Parisian Bucket List: Baguette + Camembert Checked off my list three times over. Thank you to a boulangerie in our neighborhood, our wine & cheese tasting class at Ô Chateau (more details to come on that), and another boulangerie in Montmartre. Nutella crepes! Friday night drunk food courtesy of…
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paris! today!
Hubs and I are leaving for Paris in mere hours, and as expected: I’m lacking any ability to focus. Bags are packed (thank you, packing cubes, for existing in this world), Kindle is charged, and my passport is in its shiny new case. It’s a good day. Since I’m having difficulty forming sentences, I’m resorting to a list. It’s not everyday a girl gets whisked off to France for the weekend, right? Here’s a little sneak preview of just a few things I’m looking forward to over the next few days: – Baguette + Camembert – Nutella crepes! – A…
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an open letter to the new york giants
Dear New York Giants, I’ll be the first to admit: we’ve had a contentious relationship. You’re the best friend that demands my husband’s full attention. Worse: you’re the other woman. We’ve ended weekend trips early to get back home so he could spend time with you, and you’ve come in between us during important events. Seriously, a Sunday night football game on the same night as the Golden Globes should be illegal. However, this year, you’ve really made up for it all. You’ve given me Paris. I don’t deny your impact, or even your allure. I’ve never really been a…