An American mastering French cuisine
But I can tell you, cooking for two French stepchildren presents a whole new set of challenges – especially when their idea of a gourmet meal is MacDo.
But I can tell you, cooking for two French stepchildren presents a whole new set of challenges – especially when their idea of a gourmet meal is MacDo.
The first thing people say to me when they hear I live in France is, “Oh my God! You’re so lucky. I love Paris!” This is usually followed by, “But, ugh, how do you deal with the French? They’re so rude.” Before I carry on, I need to set a few things straight.
An American girl falling in love with a smoking hot guy in Paris should have all the makings of a clichéd romance. But only if the guy wasn’t a rocket scientist. And only if the girl didn’t dump his sexy French ass on a platform at Gare de Lyon, not apologizing to him until twenty years later.