“This is what you do on your very first day in Paris. You get yourself, not a drizzle, but some honest-to-goodness rain, and you find yourself someone really nice and drive her through the Bois de Boulogne in a taxi. The rain’s very important. That’s when Paris smells its sweetest. It’s the damp chestnut trees.” – I can almost hear Audrey Hepburn saying those words in her 1954 film Sabrina.
This is a guest post by my friend Darcy, who visited Portland last weekend and checked out the gluten-free food scenes over there. Below is a report of her food adventure in the City of Roses:
This is gluten-free comfort food. Started by a retired couple after he learned that he had Celiac disease. They also serve Chicken and Waffles, using different flour mixes.
I made this cake last week for a Chinese New Year’s celebration party. It was an instance crowd-pleaser.
I was asked to share the recipe so here it is.
“It was a beautiful summer morning. Silver gleamed in the windows of the gold and silver smith, and the light that fell obliquely on the cathedral shimmered in the cracks of the grey stones. A flock of birds circled in the blue sky around the trefoils pinnacle turrets.”
When I committed to spending a night at the Ice Hotel in Quebec, Canada, I pictured a cozy well-lit room with warm beds and a fireplace.
“For my part, I wish the eagle had not been chosen as the representative of this country. He is a bird of bad moral character; he does not get his living honestly.”
— Benjamin Franklin
Two weekends ago, I went to see our National Bird.
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