“I’m not a voracious carnivore, but there’s something about being in Paris that makes me want to sink my teeth into a bloody piece of beef.”
I’m not a carnivore either, and the even though being in Paris makes me want to sink my teeth into a hot, melty Nutella crepe, with that first line of Ann Mah’s Mastering the Art of French Eating, I knew I was in trouble.
Chapter by chapter, Ann—whom I had the pleasure of meeting and getting to know while we were both living in Paris—takes us all over France, from the buckwheat fields of Brittany to Provence’s pink hills. It’s a culinary blitz through the most delicious country on earth—a loving and heartfelt blitz.
And of course in the center of the grand Gallic explorations, there’s Paris. It always comes back to Paris. And what it means to an expat: subsisting happily, if guiltily, on French bread; the pangs of loneliness at seeing gaggles of friends, not your own; and suddenly noticing that your American habits are un peu moche in the eyes of Parisians.
I’ve been excitedly waiting for Ann’s book to come out (I had the honor of reading, and blurbing, an advance copy so I’ve long known how delicious it is), and today the wait is over. Bravo, Ann! So excited that the lovely and amazing Mastering the Art of French Eating is out! Mes amis, scoop it up—it’s a wonderful book and it will have you dreaming of your own French adventures.