Butternut Squash Hummus Burgers (Recipe)

For the  past few months, we’ve been eating butternut squash (courge butternut or doubeurre in French) like it’s going out of style. And we should. In Europe, butternut squash is considered a légume ancien, that is, a forgotten vegetable. While winter squash are nowhere near being ignored in France today, the season will shortly be coming […]

Happy Curry Chowder (Recipe)

I’ve been feeling just plain happy lately. One of the reasons must surely be the sunshine that has finally come to Paris. Another reason dawned on me yesterday morning in yoga. It was the first time I’d taken an official class from my younger sister (living-room yoga during her training doesn’t count). The experience itself […]

Coconut Lentil Soup (Recipe)

Since I’m on a lentil run this week, here’s another protein/iron-packed recipe for you. This soup has become a stable in our house and I’ve made it too many times to count. I’d found the original recipe in “New Vegetarian” by Celia Brooks Brown. A good friend gave me the cookbook years ago and its […]

Heritage Minestrone (Recipe)

The second part of this post is all about the minestrone soup I made after this Sunday’s farmers’ market. First though, I want to tell you about last weekend and the “Journées européennes du patrimoine” (or, European Heritage Days). I had already re-scheduled (note RE-scheduled) an eye appointment for Saturday afternoon, and Sébastien was set […]

No Stress Vegetable Soup (Recipe)

I’ve been shunning exact measurements recently. With all that’s going on in the world, I seem to find refuge in the simple flow of following ingredients into their recipe – I say “their recipe” because I’ve just been letting them take over. Maybe this is a bit off the wall, but I almost feel like […]

Fennel & Leek Soup (Recipe)

Want to know a kind of funny secret? I’d never, until this week, bought a fennel. I don’t really know why I asked for two, last Sunday, at our market’s organic produce stand. These awkward whitish bulbs were just piled there, kind of like beady fish eyes staring at passersby. It was what you’d call […]