(Potage aux Legumes originally appeared here in 2011. I’ve updated the photos and made a couple of tweaks to the recipe.)
I’d love to pretend that I once had a meaningful relationship with Paris. Hemingway had one. Woody Allen had one. Carrie Bradshaw managed to have one, and she’s not even a real person. I think we’re all meant to feel hopelessly dull if we haven’t shone brightly in the City of Light. But the truth is my entanglement with Paris was never more than a brief and aspirational fling. I was young, and the city was innocent, in the days before husbands, children, and the dulling creep of globalization. Paris didn’t have a Virgin Megastore on the Champs Elysees back then, and I didn’t have a sippy cup or a plastic container of raisins in my purse. Which is to say, we had potential. But we never gave it the time to flourish.
Now that we live a short train ride away, I thought this might be the perfect time to rekindle the flame. (more…)