French-cuisine

Frogs and Snails

My sister Ebony didn't particularly want to go to France, but when she was forced to visit me for Christmas, she arrived with a strict agenda: to sample proper French cuisine. And by 'proper French cuisine', I mean snails and frogs legs.

Just a boy on his own, running away from his home?

Of course being American I owe the French a debt of gratitude for helping us win our independence all those years ago, but gratitude aside, I’ve been intrigued with all things French for longer than I can remember! But consciously, it probably started with the French kiss.