Clafouti for breakfast!

Food memories from Provence

My food memories from Provence are vivid, and at least for now, all from summertime travels there. Mostly, they come from the Luberon, with...
Sunday Lunch

Sunday Lunch

There's nothing quite like a leisurely afternoon spent with family and friends, sharing good food and conversation. In France, this happens just about every...
Cavaillon melon

A Michelin star shines in Cavaillon, France

A vine-ripened Cavaillon melon is fragrant, intensely flavored and juicy, its high sugar content adding sweetness to the fruit's floral aroma. From mid-summer to...
market day in Luberon

Every day is market day in the Luberon

The farmer's markets of Southeast France are the epitome of summer goodness: fresh herbs, fruits and vegetables, beautifully presented and a pleasure to eat....
Gingerbread village in Colmar

The Christmas market in charming Colmar

The gray mist obscuring the turrets and half-timbers of Colmar's Petit Venise was bone-chilling. What happened to the promised sunshine for our outing to...
Baeckeoffe

Beat the chill with Baeckeoffe, an Alsatian classic

Baeckeoffe is one of the most famous Alsatian specialties, a hearty casserole of three kinds of meat, leeks, onions, potatoes and a lot of...
Place du Temple-Neuf

The festive Christmas lights of Strasbourg

For five glorious weeks at the end of each year, Strasbourg, France puts on a light show that is nothing short of spectacular. All...
The Great Christmas Tree, place Kleber, Strasbourg

Strasbourg’s “Grand Sapin” celebrates its 20th anniversary

Each December, a gigantic fir tree covered in lights holds court in place Kléber, in the Alsatian city of Strasbourg. It is the centerpiece...
Strawberries in Mulhouse market

Three countries, markets galore: Mulhouse’s Marché du Canal Couvert (FR)

Were we in Morocco? Italy? Tom and I looked at each other, in surprise and delight. No, we were definitely in France, although some...
Fresh French bread

Saturday morning ritual in Saint-Louis (FR)

The market in Saint-Louis is just across the French border, and going there has become something of a Saturday morning ritual. When I visit...