I'm finally back in California. After a delayed flight, pleading with American Airlines personnel, and running to my gate, I finally made it home. Well I guess I can't technically call California home now, since I'm officially homeless here. Paris is home. California is where good food and family are.
Needless to say, I've been baking up a storm and feasting on stuff that I've missed while in Paris. In this case, I'll let the pictures do most of the talking!
My first meal back: a complete American breakfast!
Beautifully done prime rib (by my brother of course). I love how rare it is. The redder the better!! YUM.
Croquembouche and swan disaster. I claim jet-lag as my excuse for this baking atrocity.
Mmmm! Los Charros Taqueria carne asada jumbo burrito; what Mexican dreams are made of.
Crab fight!
Chocolate mousse with raspberries.
Hot and steamy dim sum. Welcome to crazy-tasty town. I love the fried taro and sticky rice.
And though I oddly miss freezing cold Paris, even in California I'm finding reminders of home (albeit backwards).
2 comments:
I blame the butter, eggs, and flour for any pastry disasters that happen in the US.
nom nom nom nom nom, i'm hungry and jealous about the mexican and dim sum.
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