tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979088688382585782024-03-13T19:05:41.035-07:00My Vegan Parisian AdventureA vegan francophile returns to her adopted hometownAureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-11273138500362049042014-11-09T04:10:00.001-08:002018-05-07T15:24:51.582-07:00A (Vegan) Shoe In<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Paris is known for many things--fashion, art, and food, for starters--but La Ville Lumiere is still establishing itself as a globally recognized vegan destination. That's changing every day, though, as new vegan restaurants open their doors (both <a href="http://www.mykitchn.fr/www.mykitchn.fr/Welcome.html" target="_blank">My Kitch'n 2</a> and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/brasserielolaparis" target="_blank">Brasserie Lola</a> opened their doors this fall), and other business with ethical underpinnings enter the scene. <a href="http://www.vegissime.com/" target="_blank">Vegissime</a> is one of those on the vegan vanguard, bringing cruelty-free footwear to the French capital. Yay!<br />
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The online store was launched two years ago by Sophie Ledain, who hails from Orleans but who now calls Paris home. After encouragement from friends and clients to open a brick-and-mortar store, she began a search for the perfect spot, and finally found it on a quiet street in the picturesque Latin Quarter, surrounded by university campuses and student cafes.<br />
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Sophie is extremely helpful and knowledgeable, and took time to answer all of my nosy questions about the brands she carries, what it's like to be a vegan business owner, and how she came to open her own boutique. She shared the good news that she will probably be carrying <a href="http://www.goodguys.fr/" target="_blank">Good Guys</a> shoes shortly, and I put in a request to carry <a href="http://www.ronikantor.co.il/" target="_blank">Roni Kantor</a>, a brand I discovered <a href="http://www.myveganparisianadventure.blogspot.fr/2013/07/israel-for-beginners.html" target="_blank">on a trip to Tel Aviv last year</a> and fell in love with. I also told her about my friend Leila--a talented shoe designer behind the <a href="http://www.krzestudio.com/" target="_blank">Krze Studio</a> brand--who lives in italy and works with local craftspeople to make exceptional leather-free shoes. Clearly, my own vision for Vegissime is less "boutique" and more "shoe emporium." I hope I didn't overwhelm her with my enthusiasm!<br />
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If you're in the market for a new pair of boots, some hip sneakers, or a sparkly pair of flats for traipsing the cobbled streets in comfort and style, Vegissime is a must-visit. They're open Tuesday through Saturday, and are just a stone's throw from <a href="http://veganfolies.fr/" target="_blank">Vegan Folie's</a>, where a celebratory slice of cheesecake can be had after you finish shopping.</div>
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Metro: Maubert-Mutualite<br />
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Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-36276527478862316492014-10-13T05:53:00.000-07:002014-10-13T05:55:31.611-07:00Friday Discoveries<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
A typical weekend usually begins on Friday, because my partner in crime and I both have the day off. It's our tradition to cycle over to our favorite vegetarian Indian cafe (Sangeetha), fill up on utthapam, vada, and idli, then pedal to the forest for a nature fix, or do the thrift-store circuit, or maybe head over to <a href="http://www.penicheantipode.fr/" target="_blank">La Peniche Antipode</a> to sip un verre on the water as the funny tourist boats float by on the Canal de l'Ourcq.</div>
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This past Friday unfolded in a similar fashion, only before we rolled off toward the Canal, we swung by rue Cail to pick up a few supplies from one of the Indian markets we frequent there. On the to-purchase list: Fresh turmeric for my morning juice (I felt some cold-cooties coming on and it helps boost immunity) and chickpea flour (I'm working on a socca recipe). Before we could get to VT Cash & Carry, another Cash & Carry caught my eye.<br />
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Krishna Bhavan Cash & Carry is a lot like the other Cash & Carry shops in this part of town, but with one special distinction: No meat! And barely any dairy. The owner came by while I was milling about the small space and explained that they are "98 percent vegan, because then everyone can eat everything!" (I like the way you think, mister!) Prices were good, the produce looked fresh, and they had some interesting products I've not seen before, such as <a href="http://www.nusmoothiesuae.com/" target="_blank">packaged vegan smoothies made with coconut milk</a>.<br />
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After a chat, we said our farewells and headed off to have an apero on the Canal. Only one, though, since we needed to be perky when putting in an appearance at the opening of<a href="http://www.mykitchn.fr/www.mykitchn.fr/Welcome.html" target="_blank"> My Kitch'n II</a>, a new vegan restaurant in our neighborhood. When we arrived (a half-hour late, in true Parisian custom), the party was already in full swing. Thankfully, we didn't miss the food-related fun. The vegan caviar that was being passed around was crazy good.<br />
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Later this week, I'll finally make a visit to <a href="http://www.vegissime.com/en/" target="_blank">Vegissime</a>, the new vegan shoes-and-accessories boutique that just opened in the 5e. I'm telling you, the vegan scene is on fire in Paris right now! We still need a spot to buy fashion-forward coats, scarves, and other winter wear, and we could REALLY benefit from a vegan boulangerie, but I'm guessing that'll be next!<br />
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What kind of vegan-oriented product or service do you think we need in Paris? If we can dream it up, surely it's possible!<br />
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<br />Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-64003187352069356382014-09-21T06:18:00.001-07:002014-09-21T09:02:28.158-07:0024 hours in VersaillesEarly Friday morning, while twisted in a pretzel pose on a yoga mat in the middle of the living room, I heard Jeff call from the other room. "Hey, do you have power in there?" Slowly unfolding myself, I straightened up and looked for some signs of connectivity. The digital clock stared back at me with a blank expression.<br />
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The <i>gardienne</i> of our building confirmed it: The guys in the green suits huddled around our building's front door had clipped the power to work on the lines, and the estimated time until reconnectivity was approximately 10 hours. <br />
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"Seriously?! What are we supposed to do?!"<br />
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Power outages are just opportunities for adventure in disguise. So maybe we didn't have WiFi nor a functioning landline phone, and only had limited battery power for our laptops, but we did have an entire day ahead of us and scads of possibilities for getting out of our usual routines. Plus, the sun was shining and it was 75 degrees. That doesn't happen very often in Paris!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fanny rides sidesaddle in her own pannier. And yes, she is fastened to her carrier so she can't jump out!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Recent rains have turned the Bois de Boulogne into a fungi forest.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If you're unsure about whether a mushroom is edible, you can bring it to a French pharmacist for confirmation. They're trained to ID poisonous varieties.</td></tr>
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"How about an overnight trip to Versailles? On our bikes?"<br />
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"Sounds great. Let's go!"</div>
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We packed one pannier each, plus an extra one for the dog. A change of clothes, a water bottle, laptop, dog food, et voila. Done! Almost.<br />
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"Crap. How are we going to make a hotel reservation without internets?"<br />
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About six months ago, I submitted the final manuscript for <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Living-Abroad-Paris-Aurelia-dAndrea/dp/1612389163" target="_blank"><i>Moon Living Abroad in Paris</i></a>, a new guide in the Avalon Travel/Moon Guides <i>Living Abroad </i>series. (I am also the author of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1598809725/ref=pd_lpo_sbs_dp_ss_1?pf_rd_p=1535523722&pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&pf_rd_t=201&pf_rd_i=1612389163&pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_r=0VYVHGT841JVYFCMRZGA" target="_blank"><i>Moon Living Abroad in France</i></a>, and soon to be the author of an updated and revised edition of that book, to be published in late 2015.) While I don't yet have a copy of the finished book in my hands, I do have my original Word files, in which I included an entire section on Versailles. Under "Planning Your Fact-Finding Trip," I found the hotel and B & B listings. Perfect! Using my own resources, and with a single phone call, we had a same-day reservation at <a href="http://www.hotel-roys-versailles.com/en.html" target="_blank">a centrally located hotel</a> that accepts dogs. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look up toward St. Cloud, our first stop outside of Paris.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On a passerelle over the Seine, looking downriver.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A garden along the railway on the St. Cloud side of the Seine.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Versailles, here we come!</td></tr>
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We set off in the direction of the Bois de Boulogne, one of the forests that bookends Paris, on the west side. Once inside the woods, the air was fresh and smelled damp and earthy. The little cycling and walking paths that zig-zag through the trees were blanketed in fallen leaves, and beneath the oaks, acorns covered the ground. It felt autumnal and wonderful. The rain the previous night had unleashed giant blooms of white, yellow, and brown mushrooms, and the blissfully warm air lured joggers and dog-walkers by the dozens.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little picnic break beneath the sun.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sign affixed to this cute old building described it as Charles X's hunting lodge (boo, hiss!).</td></tr>
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Riding through the beautiful forest lands that stretch between Paris and Versailles, we inhaled more deliciously fresh air, and enjoyed the birdsong and the gentle breezes, and stopped from time to time to get a good look at historical monuments, including a former King of France's hunting lodge, and anything else that caught our fancy: flowers, more mushrooms, small birds of prey in the trees.<br />
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We stopped for a picnic in the <a href="http://www.saint-cloud.monuments-nationaux.fr/" target="_blank">Domaine National de Saint Cloud</a>, another one-time playground of French royalty. We found a sunny spot to sup and relax before heading onward toward Versailles. The entire trip, with plenty of breaks, took about three hours. We could have done it in a third of the time, but this was supposed to be about slowing the pace down and enjoying the unplugged outdoors.<br />
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Riding into Versailles, we got stuck in a traffic jam around the main market square, where all the fruit and veg vendors were packing up after a long market day. Squeezing through, we finally worked our way over to Avenue de Paris and our hotel, which was quiet and cute and staffed with very friendly people. Next stop: A cafe for un verre. Afterward, we roamed the streets, poking our noses into shops, investigating restaurant menus, and generally appreciating the change of scenery.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First stop in Versailles: A cafe to cool off with liquid refreshment.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now that our turntable is functioning, I can make impromptu music purchases again. These perfect-condition gems came from a Versailles vintage shop. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">J'adore antiquities! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think there's a military parade in France every day of the year.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We didn't join the gazillions of other tourists at the palace, but we did appreciate its gilded opulence from afar. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We rode the Owl Trail most of the way home from Versailles.</td></tr>
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Back in Paris the next day, we lucked out again with blue skies and balmy temperatures. It was only 1:30 when we got in, and we were hungry, so what did we do? Cycle over to La Chapelle, of course, for Indian food.</div>
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Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-91465257650101628542014-09-04T09:57:00.001-07:002014-09-04T10:12:57.343-07:00A Slew of Swell ChangesFour months is far too long to ignore a living entity like this poor blog. If anyone is still out there to read and accept my apology, hurray! I'm sorry for such a long absence!<br />
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Since my last post in April, I've eaten my way through several cities including Budapest, Barcelona, and Bakersfield, to name a few, plus San Francisco and the Spanish island of Ibiza to name two more. I've had one <a href="http://www.vegetarianliving.co.uk/placestogo.php?do=view&article=245" target="_blank">vegetarian Paris-themed article published</a> (in UK magazine <a href="http://www.vegetarianliving.co.uk/" target="_blank">Vegetarian Living</a>), launched a t<a href="http://www.swellmagazine.com/" target="_blank">ravel+wellness+beauty lifestyle</a> magazine for vegan-leaning women (<b>Swell!</b> is still in its infancy stage, but you have to start somewhere!), wrote a gluten-free vegan cookbook for <a href="http://callistomedia.com/" target="_blank">Callisto Media</a>, and just had my third book, <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vegetarian-Paris-Complete-Insiders-Veggie/dp/1902259181/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1409848459&sr=8-2&keywords=vegetarian+paris" target="_blank">Vegetarian Paris</a></b>, published by UK publishing house <a href="http://www.vegetarianguides.co.uk/" target="_blank">Vegetarian Guides</a>.<br />
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(Would you like a free copy? Yes, you say? <a href="http://www.swellmagazine.com/vegetarian-paris-a-guide--a-giveaway" target="_blank">Then mosey over here for a chance to win </a><u>one</u>!)<br />
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Change is definitely in the air, but I'm not sure what direction life will take me (or, to be more "in charge" and "proactive" sounding, which direction<i> I </i>will take life). I dream of a mobile lifestyle where I chase the sun and swim daily in the sea, eat healthfully every day and stay stress-free, surrounded by humans and animals I adore. That's a dream in progress! Meaningful work is another part of the life-quest equation, and I sometimes wonder whether all the stars will align in a way that brings deep, unbridled joy--or at least high levels of satisfaction!<br />
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Well, while I sort it all out, I'll leave you with a few photos snapped over the last few months. And what about you? What are you doing/eating/reading/thinking/loving right now?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dreams really do come true: The raw vegan cake edition. (@ Mannatural in Budapest)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An early mock-up of my newest book. In the final version, my name isn't so front and center.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Barcelona, looking a lot like San Francisco here (except for those silly trees in the foreground).</td></tr>
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<br />Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-80114964783202035492014-04-22T11:55:00.000-07:002014-04-22T11:55:07.858-07:00Buy This Book! or My Interview With an Awesome Vegan AuthorWhen I first heard that my former colleague and rockstar writer/editor <a href="http://elizabethcastoria.com/" target="_blank">Elizabeth Castoria</a> landed herself a snazzy
book deal, my first thought was “what the hell took so long?!” The girl's got talent by the bucketful,
and it just so happens that her specialty sits at the intersection of creative
writing, information sharing, and vegan know-how. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty ... freaking awesome! The author gives good face AND good advice.</td></tr>
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Elizabeth's melded those above-par skills
and packaged them up for inquisitive would-be herbivores in her gorgeous
inside-and-out <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/How-Vegan-Strategies-Cruelty-Free-Decorating-ebook/dp/B00IVQUP6Y/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1398191470&sr=1-1&keywords=how+to+be+vegan" target="_blank">How To Be Vegan</a></i> (Workman Publishing/Artisan Books,
2014). <br /><br />Written in her uniquely witty voice, <i>How To Be Vegan</i> answers all the burning questions
you and everyone you know might have about living a plant-based lifestyle,
including perennial favorite “where do you get your protein?” It also
includes loads of I-need-to-make-this-right-now recipes (developed by prolific vegan powerhouse/culinary genius <a href="http://robinrobertson.com/" target="_blank">Robin Robertson</a>), awesome flow charts, and even a
Venn diagram or two. <br />
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The best way to learn all about Elizabeth's book is to go out and buy it--for yourself, for your friends, your family, your neighbors, and maybe even your cat, if you roll that way. The second best? Read this interview!<br />
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<b>Q.So much good stuff in this book! What was your favorite part of the writing process?</b> <b><br /></b><br />Thank you! It was such a blast to write, and I definitely hope that people have an
equally good time reading it. It was really fun to try and think up all the
questions that someone who’s new to eating plants might have. It’s been so long
(roughly 15 years!) since I made the switch that my lifestyle is a little bit
on autopilot. So, getting to rethink all the things that I do to make living
this way easy and enjoyable was definitely fun.
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<b>Q.What piece of advice do you share in this book that you wish someone had shared with you when you were going vegan?
</b><b><br /></b><br />Good question! Like most teenagers, I was a little bit needlessly intense when I
first went vegan, and that carried on for a few years. I had pretty inflexible
ideas about living this way, and I made some judgements that I wouldn’t make
today. There’s a fun little diagram in the book that has two circles like you
might see in a Venn diagram labelled “Judgement” and “Your Thoughts” and there’s
no overlap between them. Frankly, I wish I’d had this advice (or, more likely,
actually listened to it!) when I was younger because judgement of ourselves and
others is such a waste of valuable energy. Like, I could have been mastering
computer coding with all the time I frittered away worrying about other people’s
business.
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<b>Q.I swooned over the section on vegan travel destinations. What's
your favorite out-of-town escape and what makes it so special?</b><b><br /></b><br />
You were one of the people who inspired that section, you world traveler. I hope to
catch up to your country tally someday! As far as the places I have been, I
love New Mexico. My dad grew up in Albuquerque, and we used to take family road
trips out there every few years when I was a kid. I’ve been enchanted with that
land my whole life, and it’s something that just deepens as I get older. Last
year I visited Albuquerque, Santa Fe, Truth or Consequences, and White Sands
with my sweetie, and it was so lovely to get to share something that’s held
such a special place for me with him. And, duh, green chile sauce is the food
of the gods. <br />
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<b> Q. I did not know Nutter Butters were vegan and am very upset I haven't been eating these for the last
14 years. What other edible treats might readers be surprised to learn they don't have to relinquish when bidding
adieu to dairy and meat?<br /></b><br />
Nutter Butters are one of the things that I love to treat myself to when I’m flying
somewhere because just about every airport in the States has them, and flying
makes me nervous, which necessitates treats. I think it’s pretty solid logic. A
few other surprisingly vegan goodies (and by “goodies” I definitely mean things
that are processed beyond belief and probably aren’t technically food—as in,
delicious) include Oreos (even the birthday cake flavor!), Wheat Thins, Cap’n
Crunch, and Fritos. Basically, everything at a gas station, minus all the
jerky. <br />
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<b>Q. You've sold 1,000,000 copies of your book and don't have to worry about working for
a while. What does the future look like for the world's luckiest vegan author?</b><b><br /></b><br />
Oooh, I like
the way you think! First, trip to Paris during which I’ll beg you to show me
all the great places to eat around town, and we will drink all of the
Champagne. All of it. Remorselessly. I know it’s a little cliche to say that
I’d travel more, but I really would!Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-35019372411659140042014-04-21T02:46:00.001-07:002014-04-21T04:17:13.047-07:00A Super-Naturelle NightI knew it was going to be a good night just as soon as Jenny eased her Smart Car into the impossibly tight space (with one intent onlooker just waiting for bumpers to grind) almost directly in front of <a href="http://www.super-naturelle.com/" target="_blank">Super Naturelle</a>'s new headquarters. We were a little late getting to the opening party for this vegan culinary school on a steep Montmartre back street, but there's nothing like a little rock star parking to shift one's perspective and get you amped up for a night of fun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jenny from super vegan resto <a href="http://www.mykitchn.fr/www.mykitchn.fr/Welcome.html" target="_blank">My Kitch'n</a>, about to make her grand entrance.</td></tr>
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The Super Naturelle HQ is tucked into a corner of a typical 19th century Parisian courtyard, in a space that was once an painter's atelier. Today, artistry of a different stripe is performed here, and it has to do with one of my favorite subjects: Vegan food. I had no idea what to expect, but knew that I'd be meeting Ona Maiocco, the gorgeous girl behind the Super Naturelle brand. I'd interviewed her by email for <a href="http://www.vegetarianguides.co.uk/products/vegetarianparis.html" target="_blank">Vegetarian Paris</a>, but we hadn't actually met in person, and I was excited at the prospect.<br />
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What I definitely hadn't expected was for the soiree to be a who's-who of the vegan Parisian gliteratti. Stepping across the threshold and into the open and airy space, I immediately spotted <a href="http://ameliepieron.blogspot.fr/" target="_blank">Amelie Pieron</a>, who hosts amazing pop-up vegan events in Paris and Montreal. (I was lucky enough to attend one of <a href="http://www.myveganparisianadventure.blogspot.fr/2012/11/raw-raw-raw.html" target="_blank">her raw events</a> a couple of years ago.) Next, I spied <a href="http://www.100-vegetal.com/" target="_blank">Marie LaForet</a>, a blogger and cookbook author who's work I've long admired. Could it get any better? Well, there was Ona herself, more beautiful in person than in her lovely photos--and behind her, Sebastian Kardinal, the dapper dude/creative talent behind the vegan lifestyle blog <a href="http://kardinal.fr/">Kardinal.fr</a> and <a href="http://vg-zone.net/" target="_blank">VG-Zone</a>. Woopwoop!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sebastian, Elodie, Jenny, and Marie strike a pose.</td></tr>
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Everyone was friendly, the food was hyper bonne (of course it was!), and the wine was HELLO it was wine so it was obviously splendid. Paris's vegan community needs to come together like this more often. Let's open more plant-based businesses so we have more excuses to make merry!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isa Chandra was there, too!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This creamy, nutty, chocolately confection was the best thing I'd scarfed down in ages. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty awesome: Lovely Ona kindly gave me a copy of her nearly-sold-out cookbook. I can't wait to make the Apricot and Lavender Creme biscuits ((swoon)).</td></tr>
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Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-28721139298313624252014-04-16T08:19:00.002-07:002014-04-16T08:22:14.370-07:00Chocolate-Covered Gentile Joy<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">As a
kid, I loved those occasional Saturday-night sleepovers at friends’ houses.
Besides a night of giggles and girl talk, it often meant going to church on
Sunday. For someone raised in a non-religious home, it wasn’t the prospect of a
sermon or singing hymns that was so enticing, but the food. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Whether it was a bland
wafer and sip of faux wine or a bountiful post-Sunday school potluck, I loved
the combination of ritual, new experience, and something different and edible on
my tongue. Today, the intersection of
food and religion still fascinates me—from Buddhism to Islam and beyond. That's why, when researching a <a href="http://www.vegetariantimes.com/blog/what-do-i-do-with-matzo/" target="_blank">short piece I wrote</a> for Vegetarian Times on Passover foods, I was excited to stumble upon this accidentally vegan treat:</span><br />
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As part of the investigative reporting process, I felt it was important to make a thorough examination and ensure they were, as you might say, "kosher" for vegans. They were. Definitely no dairy, eggs, or anything weird lurking inside, and they tasted pretty good, too. They're simply<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"> matzo crackers--which are essentially flour and water--coated (very thinly) in chocolate. If it's been a while since you've had, say, a Twix bar or some other mainstream candy thing with a crunchy component, you might be able to imagine that you're munching on that while you're munching on these.<br /><br />Passover's not over yet, and I found these at my local supermarket. You might be able to find them at yours, too!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">p.s. The box promises to deliver "real chocolate." Is there any other kind? Please say no.</span><br />
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I went to the dentist today. Care to hazard a guess on what this uninsured girl paid for an office visit and a cavity filling?<br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span>81 euro.<br />
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What does it cost where you are for a visit to the dentist?<br />
<br />Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-62661797600353190512014-01-31T08:19:00.001-08:002014-01-31T08:19:35.885-08:00Teetotally SurprisedThis isn't exactly related to Paris or veganism, but the last 31 days of not drinking have certainly been an adventure.<br /><br />I embarked on this intentional dry spell for a few reasons, beginning with willpower. Do I possess any? I've been able to dig in and move past some other toughies over the years--a wicked nicotine addiction lasting more than a decade being the biggie. But--as anyone who knows me well will attest--I LOVE drinking. More specifically, I love the taste of a good red wine (or white. or rose. sparkling or not.).<br /><br />I also adore the relaxing effects that alcohol delivers. Another thing most close friends and family know about me is that I'm an anxiety case. It's gotten better over the years, and I've never had to rely on pharmaceuticals to see me through it--because why should I? I've got booze! Alcohol really worked for me on that level, but deep down, I've always felt there were probably healthier ways to deal with those worrisome feelings.<br /><br />And finally, I've really been wanting to take control of my health, but just have't been able to lately. I've gained a few pounds (five, to be precise) since moving to France, and it's really eroded my confidence as it relates to body image. And I've also experienced bouts of acne in the last few years that I suspect are hormonal, but knowing that the liver helps regulate hormones, I wondered if a taxed organ might be impeding my body's ability to heal itself.<br /><br />The experience was wonderful and weird and interesting. I expected to have wine cravings, but I really didn't. I did end up craving sugar, which is what our bodies convert alcohol into, so that made sense. I ate chocolate for breakfast probably 25 out of the past 31 days. But not before downing a glass of lemon water, followed by another glass of water with a dropperful of milk thistle, a powerful herb that supports liver health.<br /><br />The hardest part of living "clean and slobber" (as my old friend Chris from my SF/SPCA days would quip) was the social aspect. Attending events where the wine was flowing and not engaging in the liquid experience was so overwhelmingly incongruous to my normal habits that my brain didn't know how to handle it. It sometimes felt like I was having an out of body experience, watching a tray of Champagne flutes float by and saying "non, merci."<br /><br />Mostly, I said "no" to social engagements--especially parties or gatherings at old watering holes. I just didn't think it would be fun without booze, which got me wondering: Is going to bars and cafes just a big waste of time?<div>
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Unexpectedly, my anxiety actually seemed to decrease without alcohol in the picture. I don't know what that's all about exactly--especially considering I would often drink coffee in those moments when I'd normally order un verre de vin rouge--but I welcomed it. And I didn't have problems sleeping like I thought I might. In fact, I slept really, really well, nearly every night.<br /><br />On a purely superficial level, the best part about my month-long booze fast is that my skin really looks a lot better. More hydrated. Less acne. Less redness. Just better. And while I can't say for sure, I <i>think</i> I've lost weight. I'm really happy about that.<br /><br />Another surprise is that I didn't really feel any different, physically. Not really any increased energy or anything like that. I don't know what I was expecting, but it seemed a little strange that besides clearer skin and possible weight loss, there were no real physical effects. I asked Jeff if I seemed any different, personality wise, as a drinker vs. non-drinker, and he said no. OK. Interesting!<br /><br />Today is Chinese New Year. I'm having friends over for dinner and I may or may not have a drink. I love the thought of moderation, of not being dependent on anyone or any <i>thing</i>, and also of letting go of things that don't serve me well. I hope that it's not a slippery slope, and that an evening of social drinking won't "undo" the nice changes that have transpired in the last month. It's the year of the horse, and in the spirit of holiday, I'm charging forward at a good gallop, bringing good habits with me into the new year.<br /></div>
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Pinson means "finch" <i>en francais</i>, so when I say another organic, plant-based restaurant has gotten its wings, I a<i>lmost </i>mean it literally. <a href="http://www.myveganparisianadventure.blogspot.fr/2013/02/the-cafe-pinson-experience.html" target="_blank">Cafe Pinson 1</a> opened just about a year ago in the Northern Marais and was successful enough that the team behind the 99-percent vegan cafe invested in a second location.<br />
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The new spot--which oozes a more rustic and homey vibe that its predecessor--sits on rue du Faubourg Poissoniere in an area fast becoming a vegan vortex; within a five-block radius, there are roughly six veg(etari)an dining spots to choose from, offering everything from <a href="http://www.myveganparisianadventure.blogspot.fr/2013/10/burgerlandia.html" target="_blank">meatless burgers</a> to <a href="http://www.myveganparisianadventure.blogspot.fr/2014/01/cool-cuisine.html" target="_blank">organic raw food</a>. </div>
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On a dark and damp Wednesday night, I set out to meet up with good friend Terresa from <a href="http://www.lacucinaditerresa.com/" target="_blank">La Cucina di Terresa</a> for the cafe's inaugural press event. Terresa was already engaged in friendly banter with co-owner Damian when I arrived, but soon we were ensconsed on a comfy settee where we sipped, nibbled, and schmoozed our way to a better understanding of the Cafe Pinson experience.<br />
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Natural wines are an exciting addition to the menu, which also includes such tempting delicacies as beet and parsnip veloute; potato and spinach cakes with kale pesto; pumpkin-mushroom risotto; and lemon tiramisu. Detox juices and retox swills (hello, coffee!) are also on tap.<br />
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<br />Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-10811330816326481802014-01-05T19:29:00.003-08:002014-01-06T00:44:22.628-08:00Cool Cuisine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The rumblings began months and months ago: A new raw-food restaurant was due to launch at any moment in a Rive Droite neighborhood fast becoming Paris's new vegan epicenter. There was even a <a href="http://www.42degres.com/" target="_blank">website</a> to support the titillating notion, and a Facebook page, too. So why, then, won't anyone confirm an opening date, or respond to multiple emails begging for an address?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The two-course lunch special sets you back 14 euros</td></tr>
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My reason for making repeated contact were more than personal; my next book, <i><a href="http://www.vegetarianguides.co.uk/products/vegetarianparis.html" target="_blank">Vegetarian Paris</a></i>, is about to go to press, and I really wanted to include this newcomer, especially considering that raw is a rarity in this city. (Pousse Pousse, a delightful little spot just a few blocks away, has been the only <i>restaurant cru</i> up until now.) I was stoked to hear it opened on December 21, while I was away in San Francisco. I couldn't wait to get back and see what it was all about.</div>
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We arrived 1ish on Friday, and were excited to see that we weren't the only folks hungry for something fresh. Settling into our table, I looked to my right and there sat <a href="https://www.facebook.com/amelie.pieron" target="_blank">Amelie Pieron</a>, whom I'd met at a pop-up raw-food brunch she hosted in the 17e last year. (She has one last spot available at a pop-up dinner she's hosting on January 8. <a href="http://lemurieinterieure.com/" target="_blank">Get in touch</a> if you want to try her amazing raw cuisine.) I was beginning to like this place already!<br />
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The menu at 42 Degres is eclectic, featuring pizzas, maki, soups, burgers, and desserts. Cashews are an integral component of many dishes, but they also make use of novel ingredients, such as parsnips, to replicate the look and texture of rice in their sushi rolls. The<i> a la carte</i> menu ranges from 7-9 euros for <i>entrees </i>and desserts and 11-14 euros for <i>plats</i>. The two-course daily lunch <i>formule</i> costs 14 euro; at night, you get three courses for 27 euro. The drinks menu features bottled organic juices, natural wines, kombucha, and not-very-raw coffee.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The beet "millefeuille" with cashew cream.</td></tr>
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Our waitperson was efficient but didn't exude a particularly welcoming vibe, but that was OK. The ambiance and our own anticipation made up for it.<br />
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The food, when it arrived, was devoured in approximately 5 minutes, and not because we're gluttons; the portions were small. (With the exception of the rather grand-looking bowl of vegetable "noodles" delivered to several other tables, which made us wish we'd ordered that instead.) My dining partner found his <i>a la carte</i> portobello burger <i>trop salee</i>, though he managed to consume it in its diminutive entirety without further complaint.<br />
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I went for the two-course special, which promised a <i>betterave millefeuille avec creme de cajou, </i>and<i> </i>that's exactly what arrived, together with a tasty salad dusted with nut crumbs. I just wish it had been several sizes larger. When we joked about heading around the corner to <a href="http://www.myveganparisianadventure.blogspot.fr/2013/10/burgerlandia.html" target="_blank">VG Burger</a> for lunch #2, neither of us was completely sure if the other was serious or not.<br />
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Dessert--a lemon tart with a nutty crust--was tasty and different from other raw desserts I've enjoyed, and not just because it was served warm. The filling had the consistency of a pudding, and seemed very "un-raw"--so much so that I asked if it was made, by chance, with soy. I was assured it was made with cashews, and that no soy is used in the restaurant. (I should have known better.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">The portobello "burger" with kale "chips."</td></tr>
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My verdict? Good but not great. Like many raw restaurants, it suffers from the less-is-more-money syndrome, and there are still a few kinks (like over-salted dishes) that need to be worked out in the kitchen. But generally, the food is tasty and I'm excited they're here to give visiting vegans and locals alike more varied dining possibilities.<br />
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Paris is experiencing an interesting culinary trend: Burgers. What's so special about burgers, you ask? Well, I'm talking about <i>veggie</i> burgers. They're EVERYWHERE! First, there was <a href="http://www.myveganparisianadventure.blogspot.fr/2013/07/second-chances-mob-edition.html" target="_blank">MOB</a>, then <a href="http://www.eastsideburgers.fr/" target="_blank">East Side Burgers</a>. And next month, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/hankrestaurant" target="_blank">HANK</a> opens in the Marais. October 2013, however, belongs to <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/VG/430994120339822" target="_blank">VG</a>.<br />
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I met Celine, VG's gorgeous, super-friendly owner, at Paris Vegan Day. She had just opened VG a few days earlier and expressed a bit of worry that no one would show up to eat her delicious food. "I'll come!" I said. I don't think my words offered much comfort, but today, I held true to my promise anyway.<br />
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If you arrive by bicycle, you can pedal along the La Fayette <i>velo piste</i> right to VG's front door. (Otherwise, Metro Poissonniere is two minutes away.) Outside, a few bistro tables and a sandwich board let you know you've come to the right place. Inside, it's a family affair: Celine, her husband, and her<i> belle-mere</i> share the culinary stage, slinging burgers, chatting with customers, and otherwise making vegetarianism friendly and accessible. <br />
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Diners choose from the<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 15.989583969116211px;"><b> </b></span></span>a la carte menu or one of several daily <i>formules</i>. On this day, the menu options spanned a handful of continents: American burgers with Mexican condiments (guacamole); Southeast Asian Pad Thai; and even Spanish-style potatoes and roasted peppers. I went for the edible equivalent of the missionary position: A burger and fries. Not necessarily the sexiest choice, but then I've never been able to resist the words "<i>frites maison</i>."<br />
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The fries are thin and tasty, and served with a biodegradable bamboo fork. The burger was equally delicious, and slathered in a cumin-spiced guacamole. Warning to non-French folk who come expecting burgers of McMansion proportions: That's not what you'll get here. Instead, count on perfect, <i>we're-not-getting-fat, but-we-are-getting-full</i> size. My meal left me sated, so much so that I couldn't squeeze in even one bite of the very tempting vegan carrot cake. ((<b>Vegan Carrot Cake!</b>))<br />
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Celine plans to expand the VG menu over time to include more items with Spanish, Asian, and world-cuisine influences, and she'll soon begin offering artisan buns made by a local boulanger. Just yesterday, she launched a fancy new vegan burger, and to kick off the fun-in-a-bun, there'll be a guess-the-name-of-the-burger contest on their <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/VG/430994120339822" target="_blank">Facebook page</a> in a few days.<br />
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Also: Hurray! VG is a late-breaking addition to my next book, Vegetarian Paris, published by <a href="http://www.vegetarianguides.co.uk/index.shtml" target="_blank">Vegetarian Guides</a>. (Advance copies for sale soon!)Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-23306969821319350652013-10-18T03:09:00.000-07:002013-10-18T03:12:06.476-07:00Pie Love You<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Three of my favorite things: Bread, fresh produce, and vegan cookbooks!</td></tr>
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I first met Dynise Balcavage (aka <a href="http://urbanvegan.net/" target="_blank">The Urban Vegan</a>) years ago--maybe 2006?--when I worked at VegNews and she pitched an article on Buenos Aires. I accepted her proposal straight away. Why? Because it was everything an editor wants: An enticing snapshot of the article to come (Tango! Outdoor markets! Vintage hotels!) accompanied by great clips and a way-better-than-average cover letter. <br />
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Throughout that first collaborative experience, Dynise proved herself to be the consummate professional, not only submitting her story and gorgeous photos on time (a rarity--believe me!), but more importantly, delivering a quality story interwoven with interesting facts, fun anecdotes, and information that the reader could actually benefit from.<br />
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In the years that followed, I interviewed Dynise for various <a href="http://aureliadandrea.com/VegTravel%20PDF.pdf" target="_blank">stories I'd written for other publications</a>, and called on her culinary expertise when the situation called for it. Two years ago, we finally met in the flesh at Paris Vegan Day, and I wasn't the least bit surprised to learn that Dynise is as delightful in person as she is with the written word. <a href="http://urbanvegan.net/" target="_blank">Her blog</a> is something I always look forward to, and I've always loved the diversity of her recipes and the straightforward, relate-able tone that permeates everything she produces.<br />
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In a stroke of luck, I received a copy of Dynise's latest book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pies-Tarts-Heart-Pie-Building-Techniques/dp/1592538460" target="_blank"><i>Pies and Tarts with Heart</i></a>, and an invitation to join the <i>Pies and Tarts with Heart</i> blog tour. Hells yes! The only thing I like more than pies and tarts is slavering over delicious visual representations of them. This book is loaded with gorgeous photos taken by a photographer Dynise knows well: Her talented bf, <a href="http://www.paulrunyon.com/" target="_blank">Paul Runyon</a>. Nice work, Paul! But it's the recipes that are the real stars of this book. Not only are they simple enough for baking amateurs like me, but they're creative, intriguing, and (yay!) vegan.<br />
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Seeing Dynise at this year's Paris Vegan Day gave me the opportunity to thank her in person for producing this I'm-about-to-lick-the-page tome, but also to catch up with her in a relaxed, non-professional way. Yesterday, over a leisurely lunch at <a href="http://myveganparisianadventure.blogspot.fr/2013/02/the-cafe-pinson-experience.html" target="_blank">Cafe Pinson</a>, we yakked and yammered over colorful bowls of grilled vegetables and fluffy falafel cakes (I forgot to take a photo!), and discovered we had more than a few things in common, including a love of foods that marry salty and sweet.<br />
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"I'm freaking out over that recipe with peaches and sea-salt," I professed. <br />
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"You mean the Peach Pie with Salted Agave Drizzle?" she asked. <br />
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"Yes--that one!," I said, swooning--and possibly drooling a little bit. "And the Chocolate Peanut-Butter Pie, AND the Chocolate-Bourbon Pecan Pie!"<br />
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The conversation quickly shifted to the salted-chocolate tartine spread her comrade-in-cuisine <a href="http://www.francostigan.com/" target="_blank">Fran Costigan</a> made at PVD, then veered off into directions of love, fashion, health, hobbies, heartbreak, previous careers, and other juicy, real and relevant topics.<br />
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Like me, Dynise is at a crossroads, plotting her next act. Will she continue her reign as a revered blogger and cookbook goddess, or will she surprise us all by reinventing herself into something entirely new? I can't wait to find out. And in the meanwhile, I'll be baking pies.<br />
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I can't sing my friend Terresa's praises loudly enough. She's really a remarkable woman: Kind, funny, full of life, honest, and a wonderful teacher and chef. Ever since we met two years ago, I've learned so much from her, both life lessons, and kitchen lessons. Because of her, I've expanded my culinary repertoire to include all kinds of things I once knew absolutely nothing about, including chick-pea flour cakes, olive oil pie crusts, and natural wines.<br />
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Whenever I write about vegetarianism as it relates to Paris, I have to write about <a href="http://www.lacucinaditerresa.com/about-me.htm" target="_blank">Terresa</a>. Her artisan cooking school, <a href="http://www.lacucinaditerresa.com/" target="_blank">La Cucina di Terresa</a>, is an undiscovered (relatively) gem that I wish more people knew about. She teaches small classes in her home to students from around the world, plus, she caters special events, does <i>table d'hote</i> dinners, and even hosts <a href="http://www.lacucinaditerresa.com/NATURAL-wine-tours-Loire-Valley.htm" target="_blank">natural wine tours</a> in the Loire Valley.<br />
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Terresa knows I'm writing this Vegetarian Paris guidebook for UK publishers <a href="http://www.vegetarianguides.co.uk/index.shtml" target="_blank">Vegetarian Guides</a>, and because she's a kind and generous person, she invited me to join her for a weekend in the beautiful Loire Valley, to see what her tours are about and therefore be able to write about them with some authority.<br />
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My train left Gare Austerlitz at 7:30 am and arrived in the little village of Onzain, near Blois, just after 9 am. Terresa had already done the day's shopping, so instead of heading to the market, we fortified ourselves on coffee, took a walk to the local boulangerie, then climbed in her little car and drove the 10 or so kilometers over windy, narrow back roads to her winemaker friend Christophe's home. Together, we would prepare lunch, drink wine, and enjoy the fruits of our labors.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The vigneron had a rough year last year; a mildew killed nearly all his grapes. This year is looking much better.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These chickens, according to Christophe, get to live out their natural lives and are never, never turned into soup or something equally atrocious.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christophe's daughter and I share the same birthday--and a fondness for food preparation.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wandering the vineyard builds an appetite quite unlike anything else. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The gorgeous, sweet little plums that would later become a sticky, scrumptious tarte.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christophe's vines stretch on for about seven acres.</td></tr>
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The day was splendid, in spite of spitting rain that kept us indoors most of the day. We prepared a wonderful meal of sweet and savory tarts and salads, and relished every bite with sips of Christophe's truly dazzling liquid elixirs. You haven't really tasted wine until you've tried natural wines; the <i>vignerons</i> allow their grapes to "express their individuality" and what you get is something almost magically delicious and not at all like the stuff you buy at supermarkets or even mainstream French caviste's. The wines are rustic and earthy and tingly and tasty, and they work particularly well with plant-based foods.<br />
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Our day ended at about 9pm, and the number of empty bottles we left behind was rather startling (though they weren't all full to begin with). The next day, however, I felt great and ready to head off on our next natural wine excursion.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I loved the beamed ceilings in Terresa's Loire Valley abode.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Terresa prepared a beautiful meal <i>and</i> whipped up a roaring fire to warm us from the outside in while the meal warmed us from the inside out. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A late-night supper of butternut-and-homemade-almond-milk soup after a long day of wine tasting.</td></tr>
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For my second and final day in the Loire, Terresa would take me to meet her dear friend Joel, whose winery sits on a verdant plot of rolling terrain ripe with walnut, peach, and plum trees. Terresa credits Joel--who has been tending vines here longer than most--with turning her on to natural wines, so it was with a bit of reverence that I exchanged <i>bises</i> with this maestro and sat down to the important task of tasting his wares.<br />
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Joel's wines have a much different flavor than his wine-making comrade Christophe's; Joel's are more fruity, intentionally more oxidized, and utterly <i>more-ish</i> in their own wonderful way. We tasted a white, rose, then a red--which I fell in love with and bought a bottle of on the spot. (I'd have purchased a case, but didn't want to lug the treasures home.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We shelled these beans and turned them into a delectable tomoto-bean-herb salad.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hamming it up in the town of Pontlevoy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We thought we'd wandered into a park, and so began collecting and eating our "found" apples. Then we realized we were actually standing in someone's front yard. Oopla!</td></tr>
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After our tasting, we set off to visit the vines, stomping our feet as we marched through the tall grass to scare off any vipers that might be slithering about. We reached the vines, oohed and ahhed over their preciousness (and the fact that they were doing well, as opposed to last year, when grapes throughout the region were affected by a mildewy blight). The harvest would be later than usual this year, but at least there would be a harvest.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We passed a neighbor along the way who told us to look out for vipers. Not the thing a sandle-sporting city girl wants to hear on a day traipsing through the countryside!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joel measures the alcohol content of one of his sparkling wines. Afterward, we drank the test material. Miam!!</td></tr>
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The day at Joel's ended as it began at Terresa's: With liquid good cheer--only this time, it was sparkling wine instead of coffee. The fizzy, apricot-colored wine tasted of jasmine and minerals and luscious sunshine, and reignited that old Green Acres fantasy that's always there, just beneath the thin layer of common sense in my mind. "Ooh! What if I moved to the Loire, bought a little plot of land, and started growing grapes and plums and peaches?" I thought to myself. And then the thought was gone again, and we were off.Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-3217547966228576602013-08-02T11:58:00.003-07:002013-08-02T12:04:59.881-07:00Mama Mia!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fellow passengers on the ferry ride over from Naples.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Colorful caftans for sale at Citara spaggia (beach).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yummy-looking, non-vegan sweets that were the local speciality.</td></tr>
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The trip to Ischia was booked on a whim. It seemed like a nice alternative to its more glamorous sister island, Capri, and offered the added perk of thermal springs and lighter crowds. Beaches, too, were a big selling point (I swear I'll stop talking about sun, sea, and sand soon), but Italy wouldn't be nearly so tempting were it not for its most celebrated contribution to global culinary culture: Pizza. The combination of a crispy, chewy crust, salty tomato sauce, and olive oil is perpetual allure on a plate, and I couldn't wait to eat it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert. My mouth is watering just thinking about it!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">The food of the (Roman) gods?</td></tr>
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A two-hour hop by plane from Paris and a one-hour ferry ride from Naples later, there we were, deep in emphatic-hand-gesture land, surrounded by people who really do shout "mama mia!" with dramatic flair. We worked our way across the island to our funky hotel, where we were booked in a studio that came with a well-equipped kitchen and a spacious patio with room enough for a table, chairs, and giant umbrella to shade us from the fiery summer sun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ischia's picturesque port.</td></tr>
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The chickens--no, make that roosters--were an unexpected surprise at our seaside lodgings. We might not have known they were there were it not for the round-the-clock cock-a-doodle-dooing. And the resident dog, who had a penchant for barking--loudly and on end--never failed to rouse Fanny into joining the chorus. (We're still debating whether we prefer the domestic barnyard cacophony or the symphony of screaming baby noises that blare night and day back at home.)<br />
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Noisy beasts aside, relaxation came easy on Ischia. You can't help but sync with island time when everyone around you is doing the same, and that means taking it easy during the hottest part of the day, swimming, sunning, eating, reading, writing--but definitely not working. The best way to spend a day or a week or a lifetime on an island in the Mediterranean involves the following, in no particular order:<br />
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-<b> eat like locals do</b>, which, in this case, meant anything dressed with perfect, sun-ripened tomatoes<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mama mia! How can something so simple taste so flipping good?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The mobile fruit-and-veg stand near our guest house.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our local pizzeria, wedged into the rocks next to our favorite beach (which WASN'T the crowded one seen here)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A few varieties of tomatoes at the local market</td></tr>
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- <b>lap up the sunshine</b> until your skin turns a much deeper shade of whatever you had do begin with</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A heated game of football on the beach--pun totally intended.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Working on my tan and enjoying the views.</td></tr>
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- <b>drink what the locals drink</b>, aka vino rosso e bianco, or elixirs made from artichokes or lemons<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Or, Campari-and-soda sold in little bottles like this)</td></tr>
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- <b>take post-siesta strolls</b> through the cobbled pedestrian promenade of the old city center<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of Forio's many squares that come alive at night</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the town's prettier churches</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The evening stroll is an important local ritual</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Forio is a study in ochre, terracotta, and sandy white</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty heavenly.</td></tr>
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- <b>eat pizza with artichokes</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Artichokeylicious pizza</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I could get used to this</td></tr>
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-<b> leap off of slippery sea-rocks</b> into the clear, green, super-salty water<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Come swim with me!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what 7pm should always look like.</td></tr>
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- <b>soak in a pool filled with thermal water</b> from dormant volcanoes<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">A view over the hot pool to the Ischian mountain tops.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Practicing for a Palm Springs retirement, Italian style.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I loved the hotel's old-school hacienda vibe</td></tr>
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- <b>wander into shops and make impulse buys</b> that you will never regret, even if it was a lot of money<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Why yes, I did by this awesome vintage sign!</td></tr>
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<br />Where's your favorite place to travel? What do you like to do there? What do you eat and drink? Give me inspiration for my next trip!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-88499906909102597952013-07-20T12:19:00.001-07:002013-07-20T14:10:59.311-07:00I Should Have Seen This Coming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I've made a big decision: I'm leaving France!</div>
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BUT. Of course, France is really doing her best, now that my mind is made up, to woo me back. She's rolling out the right weather (my ideal, in fact: Hot, humid, and sunny), for starters, which encourages everyone to put on their fun hats again and start making merry. 'Tis, at long, long last, the season of open-window dinner parties, cool drinks at terrace cafes, and festive picnics with food, drink, and good company aplenty.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A lotus-and-guppy garden.</td></tr>
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Today, the gorgeous Emily of <a href="http://www.parispaysanne.com/" target="_blank">Paris Paysanne</a> hosted an afternoon picnic at her community garden, which happens to be the coolest thing going in all of northwest Paris. The <i>jardin</i> started more than a decade ago with one "squatter"--a renegade green thumb who saw a fine patch of unused city property beside some abandoned railway tracks and decided to grow stuff on it. Today, it's a legit operation funded by the City of Paris and run by an association called <a href="http://www.facebook.com/jardinsduruisseau" target="_blank">Les Amis des Jardins du Ruisseau</a>.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ten points if you can spot the kale in this photo.</td></tr>
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For the price of a decent bottle of wine, you can become a member of the garden community and make use of this pleasant urban green space. Tables, chairs, chickens, and bees are among the many things you'll find here. You'll also see some colorful shared-garden plots (each is the "property" of six gardeners) brimming with edible and ornamental goodies. I'm going to join, even if I won't be here long enough to enjoy it year-round.<br />
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Today's gathering included a few bloggers like Emma from <a href="http://burnt-cream.overblog.com/" target="_blank">Burnt Cream</a>, Kristen from <a href="http://thekaleproject.com/" target="_blank">The Kale Project</a>, and my wonderful friend Terresa from <a href="http://www.lacucinaditerresa.com/" target="_blank">La Cucina di Terresa</a>. I'm going to miss these gatherings of smart, interesting, accomplished women (and men) when I'm gone. I think today's lesson, if there was one, is not to pine for losses yet to come, but to<i> really</i> make the most of all this city has to offer while I'm still here. I'm doing that, beginning today!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emily''s an up-and-coming author who's specialty is Paris markets and organic cooking. I can't wait for her first book!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No one fully understood what the chicken story was, but I can tell you they are extremely cute and woolly, and really into personal hygiene.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my favorite Parisians, the lovely and talented Terresa of La Cucina di Terresa.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shady tables, murals, greenery, and nice people=best community garden EVER.</td></tr>
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<br />Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-22167424989848800572013-07-17T07:13:00.002-07:002013-07-17T07:26:35.290-07:00Bastille Day BlissIs it possible to enjoy a patriotic holiday when one holds a strident non-belief in the very idea of patriotism? I like France, a lot, but I've never been a fan of flag-waving festivities--probably due, in at least some part, to the fact that where I come from, Independence day is synonymous with loud drunken louts, reckless handling of fireworks, and dead animals charring on a grill. It's also an excuse to drag out that poor old dead horse, 9/11, and beat it just a little bit more. Generally.<br />
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So while I'm not a big fan of nationalism and all the attendant sentiments, slogans, and activities, I do love a party, and for years, my curiosity has been piqued about the Bal des Pompiers or "Firemen's Ball." The word "bal" has always thrown me off; I can't help but imagine all the neighborhood Cinderallas coming out in full fancy-drag regalia, waltzing around the fire pole with Prince Pierre in his pompier finery. It's not like that, as it turns out, except for the fact that the annual Bastille Day celebration takes place in the local firehouse. All that's required of attendees--men, women, and children, is that they show up (in jeans, if you want), dance, and have fun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is there anything better than a bright blue sky at 10 pm?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's no escaping big-screen TVs, even in the firehouse.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The crowd started to amp up with the arrival of the spotlights.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Red, white, and bleu--an Independence Day color theme for the masses.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The band kicked off with that wedding reception favorite, "You're my everything" by the Temptations.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Followed by "Le Freak." Now the party's getting started.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This might have been a Black Eyed Peas cover, or maybe Michael Jackson. The band actually shredded.</td></tr>
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I kept my expectations low, but the music was a combination of practically every genre I love: Disco, pop, hip-hop. Think Best Cruise-Ship Band Ever. It was like that. Polished, visually stimulating (go-go dancers who changed costume between sets), and fronted by singers who were well-versed in between-song banter. I'd definitely hire 'em for my next party.<br />
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The party ended at 4 a.m. on July 14, Bastille Day. We didn't last that long. Around the time Cinderalla's coach would have morphed into a pumpkin, we were walking through the hushed Batignolles streets, taking in our neighborhood's beautiful architecture.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the prettiest windows I've seen yet in Paris.</td></tr>
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We'd been promising the dog for weeks that we'd take her to the park to get her nature fix, and this Sunday we kept our word. After a lunch of Indian food and chilled rose, we cycled out to the Bois de Vincennes where it was hot and teeming with families and couples out picnicking. We rode to our "secret spot," through a forest of tall trees and across a field of waist-high grass, where we spread out our blanket and soaked up the sun.<br />
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On the way back into the city, we sought out and eventually found the local velodrome, built in 1896, and one of Hemingway's many cycling-centric haunts when he lived in Paris in the '20s. From here, we pedaled off back toward the converted railway line bike path. Somewhere in the 20e arrondissement, we heard live music and saw a crowd gathered outside a cafe. We stopped, locked up the bikes, and went in to scope out the live entertainment and indulge in a refreshing <i>boisson</i>.<br />
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The singer, who sometimes strummed a guitar, was accompanied by a pianist. Each tune they played seemed to focus on French quotidien life (I heard the words "boulangerie," "pain" and "vin" more than a few times), and harken back to the pre-war period. Most of the audience sang along. Even if I couldn't make out all the lyrics, I liked the music, and on this particular day, I didn't really mind if the songs were patriotic or nationalistic. If it can make a group of Frenchies smile, it can't be that bad.<br />
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A couple of weeks ago, I got an email from hyper-talented <a href="http://girliegirlarmy.com/" target="_blank">media maven-mom-vegan-living diva</a> Chloe Jo Davis, letting me and a few other Paris-based people know that her friend, the photographer <a href="http://www.mikeschreiber.com/" target="_blank">Mike Schreiber</a>, would be kicking off his latest exhibit at trendy venue <a href="http://wanderlustparis.com/" target="_blank">Wanderlust</a>. The theme? New York hip-hop. Yes, I totally want to go! Not just to experience some art, but to check out the new MOB, which recently moved from its original rue Charlot location to a new space on Quai Austerlitz overlooking the Seine.</div>
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I wanted to give MOB a second chance to make me love it, since <a href="http://www.myveganparisianadventure.blogspot.fr/2013/01/the-limited-lunch-menu-at-mob.html" target="_blank">my first experience</a> left kind of a bad taste in my mouth. I didn't think I'd ever come back for seconds, but part of me felt I should give them another try. After all, they're supporting the vegan movement merely by existing, and plenty of people actually rave about the food. Maybe I hit 'em on an off day.<br />
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After a couple of whirls around the art-show floor and a few plastic cups-full of box wine, we walked the twenty paces out the door and over to MOB.<br />
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The menu, printed in English and towering above the cash register, is simple: Burgers, fries, "corn soup," Nutella cheesecake, and a few other items. Prices range between €4 and €9. We ordered our burger-and-fries combos, then found a table and sat soaking up the funky ambiance.<br />
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Communal tables, blonde-wood chairs, wall treatments in primary colors, and floor-to-ceiling curtains depicting Last-Supper scenes (with Amy Winehouse and other pop-culture figures in attendance) were all calling out for attention. It was a lot to take in.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MOB's designer was in the house. Here he is showing me how he worked himself into MOB's curtain fabric.</td></tr>
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Ten minutes later, our order was up. My initial reaction was "way better!" Visually, these burgers were far more tantalizing than the unadorned beige-on-brown numbers they served up the last time. Taste-wise, they were the real (veggie) deal, with sauce and veggies and, most importantly, FLAVOR. Right on, MOB! <br />
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Even my lettuce-wrapped burger (I was cutting back on carbs in anticipation of a beach vacation the following week) dazzled my persnickety palate. The fries were scrumptious, too: Thickly cut, hot out of the fryer, and salty. Too bad there weren't more of them! On my next visit--and I predict there will be many next visits to come--I'll definitely order a large.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This sloppy, delicious mess came with eggplant and lots of sauce.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I blew my own mind by ordering the bun-less burger. Hardly missed the carbs at all.</td></tr>
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Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-26759933459804431222013-07-10T04:28:00.000-07:002013-07-15T03:21:38.447-07:00Israel for Beginners<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Postcard from the Bauhaus Center in Tel Aviv</td></tr>
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For what was supposed to be the start of a relaxing vacation, the interrogation process at the airport wasn't boding so well. After my interrogators--AKA the airline staff--grilled me, they had me empty out my bag before swabbing it with a damp tissue-type thing clamped to the end of a long wand. After a full-throttle shake-down that rattled my nerves, they gave me the OK to board the flight to Tel Aviv.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My in-flight vegan meal. I'd never have thought to put potatoes in a sandwich, but it was actually pretty good!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This authentic Israeli falafel, however, is a little more my speed.</td></tr>
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Israel hadn't been on my must-visit list for long; it was someplace that always seemed intriguing--in ways that battlefields and musty old churches are--but the promise of hot weather and a sandy swath of Mediterranean coastline was a primary motivator.<br />
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It's been winter in Paris for approximately 2 years. And, like someone who has been deprived of food for a long time, the longing to gorge on sunshine has been an overwhelming preoccupation for the better part of the last 24 months. If I wanted to stretch the limits of my furnace-like vacation ideal, there would also be a beach with soft sand and gentle waves, interesting museums, and good food. Israel, on paper, promised all of that.<br />
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My plane landed at 5:45 am, and the sun was already showing its face and gently ascending in the clear blue sky. Taking the train into the city was straightforward; tickets were around 3 bucks for the 15-minute ride, and the station is accessible directly from the airport terminal. Once I arrived at Arlozorov station, I walked down busy Arlozorov street directly to my AirBnB digs, perfectly positioned three blocks from the sea.<br />
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I spent Day 1 in a red-eye daze, wandering the palm-tree lined streets, checking out the vegan dining scene, bumping into flea markets, stopping at juice bars, and finally making my way to the beach, where I shamelessly feasted on a succulent buffet of UVA and UVB rays. At lunchtime, I sought out <a href="http://www.hebrewnetworks.net/index.html" target="_blank">Taam Hachaim/A Taste of Life</a>, a vegan place run by the black Hebrew Israelite community. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Getting my juice on at Taste of Life</td></tr>
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My server spoke with an unmistakable American accent; he credited his parents--Americans from the midwest--and the fact that he grew up watching a lot of American TV shows on Israeli TV for his Yankee drawl. The food was simple and tasty, and the fresh carrot-spinach juice was divine.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">My favorite view.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">One of my local juice places.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Juice du Jour, extra large, costs the equivalent of about $4.50.</td></tr>
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Every morning I'd awake and gingerly peel back the curtains expecting the worst, weather-wise, only to reveal yet another bright blue sky exploding with sunshine. After endless weeks and months of gray Parisian skies skies, I felt ecstatic at the continued onslaught of glorious weather. Leaving the apartment early, I'd walk a block up to Dizingoff street, a tree-lined, boutique-filled paradise teeming with juice bars. First, I'd knock back a wheat grass juice, then mosey several blocks further for a green juice at my new "local" spot, Shakes'pri. I usually went for whatever was fresh that day, but the usual melange was something like lemon-spinach-kale-fennel-beet-cucumber-celery.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Mixed-use space on the streets of Tel Aviv.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Another accidental find: Birenbaum--a friendly, inviting, and delicious veg cafe.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The lunch buffet, all you can eat for 50 shekels!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of about a dozen plates I scarfed.</td></tr>
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After each morning's liquid pick-me-up, I'd explore Tel Aviv on foot, discovering colorful markets, vintage shops, restaurants, squares and parks. I'm only slightly ashamed to admit I didn't visit a single museum during the entire weeklong trip. There were simply too many distractions outside (and way too much sun) to consider spending anything more than the bare minimum indoors.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">The view out the window of my AirBnB digs.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">The Dizingoff flea market takes place every Tuesday and Friday. Lucky me: I got to go twice!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Beloved beach, how I've longed for you!</td></tr>
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One day, I walked 2+ kilometers south along the seafront promenade to the ancient port town of Jaffa. My AirBnB hosts, Shifrit and Hadar, suggested I check it out; there's a flea market there, they said, and a vibrant cafe culture. They were so right! I loved everything about this little town center, which felt like a scaled down version of Paris' <a href="http://www.marcheauxpuces-saintouen.com/1.aspx" target="_blank">Marche aux Puces St. Ouen</a>. For roughly 5 square blocks, it's nothing but adorable clothing and housewares boutiques, vintage clothing stalls, cafes full of hipsters, and a fabulously junk-filled flea market. My superscore of the day happened when I wandered into a shop with a tempting window display featuring beautiful, candy-colored shoes.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jaffa in the distance.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The welcoming doorway at Roni Kantor.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reworked vintage dresses and new designs too. Lots of swooning happening here.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jaffa graffiti</td></tr>
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"Everything in the store is vegan-friendly," said <a href="https://www.facebook.com/MayaJohannaMusic" target="_blank">Maya Johanna</a>, the lovely woman (and, as it turns out, national celebrity) working the floor, as I turned a pair over to examine the sole for telltale signs of leather. No way!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Vegan shoes+dresses+purses=YES</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">These <i>might</i> be my new shoes!</td></tr>
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The owner, <a href="http://ronikantor.co.il/" target="_blank">Roni Kantor</a>, was in the shop that day, and we had a nice conversation about her stores' (there's a second location on Rothschild in Tel Aviv) history and philosophy. I hope to see her fabulous footwear and dresses in Paris and San Francisco one of these days!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside Puua, a vegan-friendly cafe in old Jaffa.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pumpkin dumplings in coconut curry sauce. Served with rice and a delish coupe of sparkling wine.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jaffa storefront.</td></tr>
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It's a 50-minute bus ride to Jerusalem from the Arlozorov terminal, and on my first trip I spent the day getting lost in the warren of disorienting passageways that wiggle and zag throughout the old city center, which resembles a giant bazaar of the kind you might find in Marrakesh or Istanbul.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Hello, old Jerusalem!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Yes! Take my picture, and post it on Facebook! Please!" He really said!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the Christian quarter.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Humus with <i>foul </i>at Lina, in the old city.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the Muslim quarter.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Salad with tahina at Lina.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At this point, my skin is beginning to resemble those dried dates at the back.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Discovered another vegetarian restaurant on my way out of town. Had to try the lemon cheesecake. Miam.</td></tr>
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At the Wailing Wall, I slipped over to the women's side and observed. Then I decided to do like the locals. I wrote a little prayer(ish) note on a piece of paper, walked toward the wall, stuffed the note inside a small crevice, then placed my hands on the wall and meditated for about two second before the tears came. Weird. I'm not religious and was not expecting a wave of emotion to sweep over me, but there it was. I stood a moment longer, then did like everyone else and walked backward out of the worship zone.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The women's side of the Wailing Wall.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dried fruit at the market.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Jerusalem cityscape.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A carb-lover's paradise.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Why yes, I'd love a free sample of your halva. Todah rabah! (Thank you!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What could be better than plain ol' carbs? Carbs with nuts, that's what!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spices galore at the market.</td></tr>
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A few days later, I was on another bus from Tel Aviv to the central bus station in Jerusalem, where I hopped yet another bus for the hourlong trip to the Dead Sea. The landscape on this side of Jerusalem looks a lot like the old American West--Utah or Colorado, maybe, with a dry, hot, desert climate. By mid-afternoon, I was sitting on a beach chair at Mineral Beach, basking in a relaxed, post-massage glow (my masseuse was excellent, and the prices were really reasonable). Stepping into the sea, I didn't know what to expect, but just went with it. The highly mineralized water feels like baby oil on the skin, and the second you lift your feet you're immediately bobbing on your back, floating without any effort, like a blissful fetus in a womb. I sat there, beneath the sun, staring across the sea to Jordan, and began planning my next trip to Israel.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Destination: Dead Sea.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">The hot, rocky shoreline at Mineral Beach.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">My cozy massage room. My masseuse had great hands and really dug into my aching muscles.<br />
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Beware of mud-covered beasts.</td></tr>
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Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-92222965820355541852013-05-08T07:59:00.000-07:002013-07-15T03:24:00.793-07:00In Search of Sunshine in SardiniaWhere does a heat-deprived girl go for a spot of sunshine after a long, cold winter? You'd think an island in the middle of the Mediterranean would be a good bet. I'm here to tell you it ain't necessarily so. A week ago I hopped a plane hoping hard for a sun-soaked holiday punctuated by great food, better wine, and maybe, just maybe, a daily dip in the sea.<br />
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The real-life version of Sardinia in early May didn't match the image of sandy-beach perfection in my head, but I got over it pretty quickly. Reason #1: The people. These are some of the kindest folk I've ever met. Waitstaff, in particular, take the Miss/Mister Congeniality prizes; on different occasions, they left work to shuttle me to a nearby bank-o-mat; bought me glasses of wine for no apparent reason; and saw to it that I didn't go hungry, making me special off-the-menu vegan meals and apero snacks.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Via Roma, the main thoroughfare in downtown Cagliari.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The covered arcade on Via Roma. Burgerlandia? I'll stick with Portlandia!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I wish someone hadn't torn this vegan poster. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sardinian wine is fabulous, and you always get a little snack to go with it. Here, focaccia bread--with cheese, sadly.</td></tr>
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My B&B was fabulous; a bit out of the way, but worth the 20-minute bus ride--past salt marshes full of pink flamingos--into town. It was in a quiet residential neighborhood in a very small hamlet. I had my own suite, with double doors leading onto a sunny patio. The family dog was my constant companion, and I made friends with the indigenous fauna, too.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Breakfast was delivered to my room every morning.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My outdoor breakfast spot</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bok, my new buddy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On my walk to the supermercado in the village.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More Sardinian countryside.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yay! Vegan stuff at the neighborhood market.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I didn't try these vegan things, but I was tempted.</td></tr>
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Most days I ate lunch at <a href="http://www.laterradimezzo.eu/" target="_blank">la Terra di Mezzo</a>. The town's only remaining veg restaurant. (There was another, but it recently closed.) The lunch buffet was vegan, and <i>molto bene</i>. My favorite was the seitan with grilled artichokes. It was swimming in olive oil, which might have been one reason it tasted so good.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One half of the lunch buffet at Terra di Mezzo.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The brown bit is the seitan with artichokes. Need to learn how to make that.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Funky cigarette vending machine.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Local architecture.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cagliari is full of graffiti; most of it pretty bad as far as I could tell.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'd file this under "mediocre" graffiti. This artist made his/her mark all over town.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Got sucked into a store, then lost in the stripey vortex.</td></tr>
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This vacation wasn't the sunniest, nor the warmest, but it was relaxing and interesting. The architecture, the sea breezes, the people, and the food and wine are all reasons I'd return. In mid-July. (Or August.)<br />
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Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-1295209761969983922013-05-01T11:05:00.003-07:002013-05-01T11:32:03.177-07:00Bargain Bites with a Side of Anarchy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's pretty shameful; <a href="http://www.eastsideburgers.fr/en" target="_blank">East Side Burgers</a> has been open since September and only today, the first of May, did I actually pop in for a taste of Paris' best "New York Style" fast food. Not for lack of desire, though; each previous attempt was thwarted by the ridiculously long line out the door. Today was no different; burger-hungry hipsters spilled out onto the sidewalk, but, thankfully, the line didn't enter deal-breaking territory.<br />
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After maybe 5 or 10 minutes' wait, we were standing at the register placing our orders. Two mushroom- burger specials: One vegan, one standard-issue. Frites--<i>not</i> the optional coleslaw (who chooses coleslaw over fries?!)--and a couple of cans of Oasis. <i>That'll be 18 euro</i>, <i>s'il vous plait</i>. What?! Cheaper even than our beloved <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/chettinadu-mess-paris" target="_blank">Chettinadu</a>? Woot! J'adore this place already.<br />
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Seating is extremely limited at East Side Burgers; there's a tiny subterranean dining room with roughly 5 tables, and two little two-seater set-ups out front. "You're in luck--someone's leaving downstairs," said the nice guy behind the counter. Turns out there's a little video camera in the dining room that beams images back up to kitchen staff. Good to know!<br />
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Down the spiral staircase we went, settling into our seats and waiting, eagerly, for our names to be called. When the blessed moment arrived, I sprinted upstairs and was met halfway by the guy from behind the counter, who handed me a faux-wood tray with our goodies nestled on top. <br /><br />There were two distinct sizes of burgers: big and bigger. Opening them up, they both appeared to have cheese, so back upstairs I went to inquire whether the vegan burger was meant to have cheese. Mr. Cheerful assured me that it was indeed dairy-free fromage, and that my wrapper should have "VG" on it to indicate its veganness. Back down again I went, then the two of us spent the next 30 seconds mauling each burger to find the telltale scribble. Turns out mine was the bigger one. My bun was sort of whole-wheaty, while Jeff's was more traditional looking, with sesame seeds on top, even.<br />
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The burger was delish. I mean, really, really tasty, thanks in part to the caramelized onions and healthy squeeze of French's mustard, about which there is nothing remotely "French." I don't think they even sell yellow mustard anywhere in this country! I can't remember if the mushrooms were inside the burger or on top, but however they were integrated, they were integrated well.<br />
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Heading over by bike toward Stalingrad for a coffee date with <a href="http://paris-inspired.com/" target="_blank">Paris Paul</a>, we got caught up in a May Day <i>manifestation; </i>International Workers Day is a traditional day of protest in France, and as the procession began, a well-mannered group of anarchists were among the first to march by.<br />
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Kill capitalism? OK. I'm pretty partial to Socialist values anyway, but can we please keep East Side Burgers?Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-15510624072146035452013-04-20T09:17:00.003-07:002013-04-20T09:29:29.634-07:00Gray Day Greens Fix<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Ever since I discovered that Kristen's Kale Salad was available at this newly opened cafe in the Marais, I've been wanting to go and get my greens on. I finally made it down yesterday and was so excited to see the gorgeous Emily from <a href="http://www.parispaysanne.com/" target="_blank">Paris Paysanne</a> and Kristen herself sitting front and center right when I walked in.</div>
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After exchanging bisous, Kristen rustled up some salad, made specially vegan for me, and I sat down to join them for some conversation and healthy dose of laughter.<br />
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Kristen has become a celebrity in the cutting-edge culinary scene here in Paris; besides making the pages if Elle and Glamour, and putting in an appearance on the Huffington Post, just yesterday she appeared in <a href="http://www.20minutes.fr/paris/" target="_blank">20 Minutes</a>, a French newspaper targeting the Metro-commuter set. So exciting!<br />
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Emily's star is ascending, too. She's shopping around a book which will focus on her passions: Parisian markets and fresh, organic food. She's the Parisian authority on where to eat and drink locally-produced food and wine, and I always learn something new whenever I visit her smart, informative <a href="http://www.parispaysanne.com/" target="_blank">blog</a>.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dressed simply with olive oil and lemon juice, the salad was a delicious, pared-down melange of carrot, kale, and super-fresh raw almonds.</td></tr>
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The kale salad was divine. Simple but flavorful and satisfying. This particular kale came from a small farm in Normandie. Kristen picked the stuff herself on a recent visit out west. Lucky girl!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">A photo of one of Kristen's many success stories--a kale farm in Normandie that supplies the goods for the salads--sits on the counter at the cafe.<br />
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Before I left, I spoke with the cafe's owner, who, without knowing I might be a blogger, lamented the unwanted attention erupting out of the blogosphere. "I'm not like the other cafe owners who want to attract the masses," he said. "I want to keep the clientele local. I don't want it to be come overrun with backpackers."<br />
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Eeks!<br />
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Well, then. I won't say the name of this cafe, but if you really want some of Kristen's killer kale salad, you can message me privately and I'll give you the scoop. Or we can all wait for Kristen to expand her salad-and-chips enterprise to more cafes and stores across Paris. One can hope!<br />
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I met up with <a href="http://about.me/ParisPaul" target="_blank">Paul</a> at <a href="http://www.tenbelles.com/" target="_blank">Ten Belles</a> yesterday--easily the sunniest, warmest day so far this year--to talk creative projects over a good cup of caffeine-saturated drip coffee. It was my first time at this hipster cafe, where everyone, including the studly Australian barrista, looked like they sauntered off the pages of Paris Hipster magazine. (Has anyone started that yet? I think it would sell.)<br />
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The meetup was productive and the coffee was tasty. I didn't expect them to have any vegan options on the carte, but I went ahead and asked Studly Australian Dude (SAD) anyway, and he just cocked his head to the side and repeated "vegan?" back to me as if he'd never heard the word before. OK. That's alright.<br />
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But while Paul and I said our goodbyes on the <i>trottoir</i> outside the cafe, the word "vegan" chalked onto a sign next door caught my eye. I resisted the urge to grab SAD by his arm and drag him over to his neighbor's sign. Instead, I window-licked for a minute (that's what the French call window-shopping), then popped into <a href="http://www.carmenragosta.com/" target="_blank">Carmen Ragosta</a> for a good look.</div>
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It was love at first sight; cute dog? Oh, hell yes. Effervescent Neapolitan who speaks to me in hybrid English-French-Italian? Mmmhmmm. Fabulous clothes, too. And vegan shoes in candy colors. And yummy smells wafting out of the ... kitchen! This is where dreams magically erupt into delicious reality. I mean, is there anything more enticing than the thought of eating vegan tiramisu while shopping for one-of-a-kind dresses, capes, and jackets?<br />
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I stayed for a good half-hour, chatting with Carmen about her life and her art and ideas, and when I found out she was open on Sundays, I promised to return the following day to taste her home-made cuisine, sip a glass of Montepulciano, and fondle some more of those delectable <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.sydnestyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/melissa-shoes.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.sydnestyle.com/2009/04/earth-month-day-8-melissa-shoes/&h=424&w=600&sz=127&tbnid=8JJI3fHVWLkQIM:&tbnh=90&tbnw=127&zoom=1&usg=__k-LVPLT-jig6M7Up1iRcFzLYazk=&docid=3t38uw7VyGXl1M&sa=X&ei=mc48UZHbJcau7AaAhYHgDA&ved=0CH4Q9QEwCA&dur=429" target="_blank">Melissa</a> shoes that call out from every corner.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An arty vibe permeates every inch of space at Carmen Ragosta.</td></tr>
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We rolled up to Carmen Ragosta on a gray and nippy Sunday, slightly sleep deprived from the previous night's festivities but hungry and excited to branch out of our usual weekend habit and try something new. Carmen was surprised to see us, "I deedn't thinka you would-a come-a, because-a it's so, how do you say, not-a very nice outside."<br />
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We sat down, and didn't order, because you don't do that at Carmen Ragosta; you eat what Carmen cooks. If you're vegan, you get a lovely plate of food that might include risotto, seasonal vegetables, unusual salad combinations (yam and fennel? Interesting! And miamy.), savory croquettes, and bread. If you're vegetarian, you have the option of having cheese sprinkled over your meal, and, maybe an extra thing or two that has cheese inside, like eggplant Parmiagiana. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty clothes representing the colors of late winter and early spring.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The plat du jour: Risotta with beans, a savory croquette, braised endive, poached pear, and different salads.</td></tr>
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I loved my lunch, which (as is nearly always the case) I didn't think would be filling when the plate was first set before me. My favorite component was the braised endive with almonds and raisins, cooked in a balsamic reduction sauce. (I think.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pippo, the friendly, heat-loving dog-of-the-house</td></tr>
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I have to thank <a href="https://twitter.com/alcyonesdays" target="_blank">Alcyone Wemaere</a>, the author of <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Paris-V%C3%A9g%C3%A9tarien/199404243510828" target="_blank">Paris Vegetarien</a>, for turning me onto this special place. And I have to apologize to all my girlfriends who didn't get to do vegan Italian when visiting me in Paris. When you come back for another visit, I'll take you here!Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-24612423614646792752013-02-23T06:02:00.000-08:002013-02-23T08:42:17.406-08:00Bibliophilia <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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While prepping for <a href="http://www.myveganparisianadventure.blogspot.fr/2013/02/derring-do-with-side-of-something-tasty.html" target="_blank">the class I'm teaching next week</a>, I thought it would be helpful to students to have access to some tangible vegetarian-oriented resources. Over the years, I've collected scads of books on vegan food, animal rights, veg travel, etc.--though I've given most away, so it's no longer the carefully curated "vegan library" I once possessed. Thankfully, my friend Mary Margaret, who is the food editor at <a href="http://www.vegetariantimes.com/" target="_blank">Vegetarian Times</a>, recently gave me a gazillion veg cookbooks she was ready to part with. I'm thinking I'll loan those to whoever is interested, or simply let them leaf through the stack after class.<br />
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I thought it also might be helpful to tout our local <i>bibliotheques</i> (aka libraries), so students know that we have a cool, diverse, polylingual resource at our disposal as Paris residents--and it's free! This past Wednesday, I pedaled up to the <a href="http://equipement.paris.fr/bibliotheque-batignolles-1739" target="_blank">Bibliotheque Batignolles</a> and went on the prowl for books with a veg focus, and found three; two cookbooks (one of which I brought home) and one guide: <i><a href="http://www.amazon.fr/Paris-v%C3%A9g%C3%A9tarien-Alcyone-Wemaere/dp/2840967669" target="_blank">Paris Vegetarien</a></i>.<br />
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When this pocket-size, 110-page paperback came out last year, I was kind of bummed; I'd been working on a vegan Paris guide of my own and even pitched the book's publishers, <a href="http://www.parigramme.com/" target="_blank">Parigramme</a>, a similar title. (No response, and no surprise. Non-response-as-NO is how the French roll.) But when I saw it sitting on the library shelf, shiny and new and barely touched (if ever), I tossed my resentment and that smidgen of jealousy to the wayside and carried it to the counter.<br />
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In bed later that night, surrounded by reading material and one interested little dog, I leafed through the book expecting nothing new and was pleasantly surprised. Inside were indeed oodles of places I was utterly and completely familiar with, but there were also a solid handful of listings that were totally <i>not</i> familiar, and therefore totally exciting. And good timing, too; ever since finding a breathmint (not mine) in the spinach curry at my favorite Sunday lunch spot, I've been looking for new restaurants to try. <br />
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With <i>Paris Vegetarien</i>, I've got some good weekend possibilities lined up. For instance, <a href="http://www.mille-et-une-beautes.com/restaurant,biologique,vegetarien.php" target="_blank">Mille et Une Beautes</a>. If the place sounds/looks like a beauty salon, that's because it is. A beauty salon that serves vegetarian lunch! Weird, right? But wait! There's another retail/resto melange serving veg fare: <a href="http://www.carmenragosta.com/" target="_blank">Carmen Ragosta</a>. It's a clothing boutique-slash-Italian restaurant. Brilliant mix. (Only it's probably best to try on clothes b<i>efore</i> trying out the pasta.)<br />
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The most exciting entries I discovered might be the bits focused on the Paris suburb of Montreuil; apparently, there's a vegan <i>boulanger</i> at the <a href="http://www.jours-de-marche.fr/marche/93100-montreuil/6799/marche-republique/" target="_blank">Wednesday market</a> there, and at <a href="http://casa-poblano.fr/" target="_blank">Casa Poblano</a>, a non-profit arts association, there's a little cafe serving veg (and non-veg) food that's run by our old friend Falko. Falko was the guy behind Oscar Cafe, the Tuesday night vegan supper club we looked forward to each week when we lived in Paris back in 2004-2005.<br />
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Writers aren't thanked enough for the good work they do (IMOHO), so this is my thank-you to <a href="https://twitter.com/alcyonekenobi" target="_blank">Alcyone Wemaere</a>, wherever you are, for researching and writing a useful guide for novices and experienced vegan Parisians alike. To quote the title of one of my vegan cookbooks, "I am grateful"!Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872416769298399855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497908868838258578.post-7285975524589590282013-02-14T03:39:00.000-08:002013-05-13T02:34:06.960-07:00Derring-Do<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">One of the best things about being vegan in Paris? Bo bun!</td></tr>
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Those who know me well know that I am impulsive. I'm known to leap off metaphorical mountain tops without excessive rumination, and while the regrets have been few, there are a couple of things I'd have done differently if I were given the chance for a do-over.<br />
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Moving to France wasn't one of my typically impetuous maneuvers. I planned everything meticulously and thoughtfully, taking into consideration every facet of such a big geographical shift. One of the aspects that required the greatest investment of time and energy was figuring out how to work here legally; not many countries freely distribute working visas, unless the person asking is highly skilled/educated, and the need for his or her particular talents is high.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Buying in-season produce at the marche is one way vegans can fully experience <i>la vie francaise.</i></td></tr>
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Thankfully, I was able to pull it off by submitting a proposal for a <a href="http://vosdroits.service-public.fr/F16922.xhtml" target="_blank">Carte Competences et Talents</a>, a visa that allows artists to live in France to work on a project of their choosing for three years, and to get paid for it while they're here. (If they can find a way to earn money from their project, that is.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Did somebody say "organic wine"?</td></tr>
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Two weeks from today, I'll finally be able to tick off one of the goals I'd outlined in that initial proposal when I teach my very first class on the subject of <a href="http://www.wice-paris.org/coursesbydate?eventId=586789&EventViewMode=EventDetails" target="_blank">vegetarian living in Paris</a>. The class is offered through <a href="http://www.wice-paris.org/" target="_blank">WICE</a>, a non-profit cultural organization for Anglophones and others who want to learn new things, meet interesting people, and enjoy the process in a language they understand.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Like Nutella, only better, since it doesn't have milk in it!</td></tr>
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I'm excited to meet my students and learn why they're interested in vegetarianism. My greatest hope for this experience is that I'll be able to impart some of the wisdom and experience I've collected over the years and offer it in a way that will support them on their path toward compassionate living. That will require gentleness, a non-judgmental attitude, and patience, which I intend to deliver in the spirit of fun and adventure.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Does anything lift your spirits more than a flower stall erupting with springtime blooms?</td></tr>
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And food samples, of course. That's the surest way to win someone's heart, in my experience! If you have teaching tricks, words of wisdom, or any suggestions for successful information sharing, I totally welcome them! </div>
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