Canned Cassoulet au Confit de Canard

Roasting duck is a pretty involved process.  I’ve done it once or twice in the past and have always been pretty happy with the results.  However, the process of rendering the fat off the bird is not for the faint of heart so if I can avoid it, I do.  I order duck out at…

Picasso Museum – Antibes, France

About 19 years ago, when I was a foreign exchange student in Madrid, Spain, I discovered Pablo Picasso.  I lived about five blocks from the Prado Museum and spent many days wandering the halls of the Prado discovering some of the mysteries of the art world.  When I was there, Picasso’s master work, Guernica, was…

In Provence, France

Steak tartare, moules, frites and tarte flambées have all crossed my palate in the last 48 hours.  My mood has gotten considerably better.  We’ve seen markets with cheeses that I can’t begin to pronounce and oysters larger than my hand.  The south of France appears to be up to keeping the legendary status it has…

The French Are Nice

Stereotypes are a funny thing.  They stick with you for a really long time.  I was in France about eight years ago and with the exception of one boorish waiter in a bistro, all the encounters we had with people in France were really good ones.  They were polite, tolerant of my crummy French pronunciation…

Churros and Nutella in Colmar, France

Yep, this is my excuse.  This is why I haven’t blogged in almost two weeks.  I was in Germany, France and Austria with the family and eating and drinking my way through Christmas markets in each country.  What you see above are Churros with Nutella at the Christmas Market in Colmar, France.  We discovered that…