• Horror of horrors, I was actually disappointed with a crumble this week—the blueberry-apple crumble at Chez Janou. They make a mean crème brulée to say nothing of the chocolate mousse… who would have thought they wouldn’t make a decent crumble?
• I’m feeling fired up at work!
• I’m still loving the Laughter perfume (by Space NK) Chris and Dana got me last year for my birthday.
• I was attuned to many small details that decorate this city and make it magnificently beautiful.
• And I loved hearing the sound of AJ and Mer on the telephone the other night.
Showing posts with label Sensory Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sensory Friday. Show all posts
Friday, September 10, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Sensory Friday
This week, I’m back in Paris but New York is still lingering.
• It felt so good to have the sun’s rays and summer heat on my bare legs.
• Of the many delicious things I ate, I think the very best wasn’t even a sweet—it was the smoked cod salad at Jack the Horse: smoky, creamy, generous, unique and utterly divine.
• I finally listened to La Petit Choue’s kickass birthday mix—all kinds of new musicians. Merci, Kate!
• I was dazzled by the wardrobe and art direction and cinematography in I Am Love—extraordinary.
• But now that I am back in Paris, I am surrounded by one of my all-time favorite things in the world: the smell of freshly baked baguettes. Not even the Egyptian jasmine for Hermé’s perfume smell as good as a French boulangerie at 8 o’clock in the morning.
• It felt so good to have the sun’s rays and summer heat on my bare legs.
• Of the many delicious things I ate, I think the very best wasn’t even a sweet—it was the smoked cod salad at Jack the Horse: smoky, creamy, generous, unique and utterly divine.
• I finally listened to La Petit Choue’s kickass birthday mix—all kinds of new musicians. Merci, Kate!
• I was dazzled by the wardrobe and art direction and cinematography in I Am Love—extraordinary.
• But now that I am back in Paris, I am surrounded by one of my all-time favorite things in the world: the smell of freshly baked baguettes. Not even the Egyptian jasmine for Hermé’s perfume smell as good as a French boulangerie at 8 o’clock in the morning.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Sensory Friday
This week…
I’ve gotten as much pleasure from eating fruit as I usually reserve for chocolate and pastries. I found this wonderful book in London, The Flavor Thesaurus, that recommends different pairings. From it, I made a cantaloupe and grape salad with mint for Erica’s brunch, trumped only by the raspberry and green grape snack salad I mixed all week. Yowzer.
I haven’t been able to get the sound of this adorable girl’s voice out of my head.
I looked up at the sky at the Cinéma en Plein Air and saw pink clouds and twittering stars. Magic.
There’s a pizzeria on the corner near work. When I walk by it during lunch, the smell of the crusts baking in the oven reminds of the pizza smells from growing up in Hartford, CT.
I had that oh-my-god-my-heart-is-going-to-explode! feeling while Velib'ing around the city in the mornings.
I’ve gotten as much pleasure from eating fruit as I usually reserve for chocolate and pastries. I found this wonderful book in London, The Flavor Thesaurus, that recommends different pairings. From it, I made a cantaloupe and grape salad with mint for Erica’s brunch, trumped only by the raspberry and green grape snack salad I mixed all week. Yowzer.
I haven’t been able to get the sound of this adorable girl’s voice out of my head.
I looked up at the sky at the Cinéma en Plein Air and saw pink clouds and twittering stars. Magic.
There’s a pizzeria on the corner near work. When I walk by it during lunch, the smell of the crusts baking in the oven reminds of the pizza smells from growing up in Hartford, CT.
I had that oh-my-god-my-heart-is-going-to-explode! feeling while Velib'ing around the city in the mornings.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Sensory Friday
This week…
I listened to The Drums again and again and again. (And so should you.)
I saw two movies; a record in recent months. No wait, make that four since I watched two on the plane back from Uganda. The Blind Side, Small Time Crooks, Date Night and Brooklyn’s Finest. (Hey, I said I saw four movies, not four good movies.)
I felt so good getting to the gym every morning (before my membership expires this weekend).
The scent of the lemongrass essential oil my yoga teacher used for our end-of-the-class neck massage made me very relaxed indeed.
This morning, I broke my 10-day pastry-free spell by inhaling a Nutella crepe along with a croissant slathered in Nutella.
I listened to The Drums again and again and again. (And so should you.)
I saw two movies; a record in recent months. No wait, make that four since I watched two on the plane back from Uganda. The Blind Side, Small Time Crooks, Date Night and Brooklyn’s Finest. (Hey, I said I saw four movies, not four good movies.)
I felt so good getting to the gym every morning (before my membership expires this weekend).
The scent of the lemongrass essential oil my yoga teacher used for our end-of-the-class neck massage made me very relaxed indeed.
This morning, I broke my 10-day pastry-free spell by inhaling a Nutella crepe along with a croissant slathered in Nutella.
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