Can’t. Help. Myself …

When it comes to Nana’s biscuits, all notions of healthy dieting fly completely out of the window. Biscuits … Butter … Homemade Fig Preserves … Coffee. Yes, please. (P.S. That’s my great-grandmother’s old food processor in the background. And yes, although is screeches like a banshee, it still works, unlike Nana’s and my newer models….

Au R茅gime!

Almost two months ago, mon meilleur ami came to stay with me, for about three weeks. Originally French, he grew up in Paris and now lives in Barcelona working as a theatre instructor. We met in Louisiana when I was in high school, back in the late 80s, and essentially, he is family. Even though…