The Flexitarian Cook

There used to be a bakery right across the street from my school in Bourg-la-Reine, a few miles south of Paris. When school let out in the afternoon (usually around 4 p.m.), we would descend on that bakery like Attila the Hun on the steppes of Central Asia to get something for le goûter (aka [...]

In Paris, street food is, to my mind, a tad more exciting than hot dogs ‘n kraut. A crêpe (very thin pancake), filled with anything from crème de marrons (chestnut cream) to Nutella or cheese, is a more likely find. Watching the vendors quickly spread the batter, flip a crêpe and fill it before wrapping [...]