Spring and summer are not for heavy serious reading. Enter...well, this. The last three of these were read while traveling to and from our Cali trip, and they were perfect plane books. It's been a good book period around here - I highly recommend all of these books.
 
xoxo,
E

How in the actual hell can Brian and I have possibly been married for two years? How?

I mean, I know our first couple of years of marriage haven't been the most ordinary, what with moving to France for six months and all, but still - this is going by way too fast.

I've been having a hard time lately, because last Wednesday was the one-year anniversary of the day we left for France. For the next six months, I'm going to constantly be thinking, "What was I doing last year this time?"

There are many, many answers to that questions (the most honest being "drinking ALL the wine"), but one thing we did around this time last year was eat a LOT of giant fresh spring artichokes from the Wednesday and Saturday outdoor market at Les Halles. Spring means strawberries, skinny asparagus, and artichokes - what's not to love about this season, no matter which continent you're on?

So I learned something new about myself this month: the amount I crave books is in direct proportion to the amount of cardboard boxes piled up in my house. When you can't even see from your sofa to your kitchen because of the stacks of boxes, or when you have turkey sandwiches, Bloody Marys and marshmallow Peeps on lawn chairs in your living room for Easter Sunday brunch (true story!), there's really nothing for it but to contort yourself to reach the bookcase and pull out one of the few remaining books that haven't been packed up.

I had a set of five books all planned out to read for this post, but when I read The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie I immediately wanted to read the rest of the Flavia books. So I abandoned ship and read what I wanted. In the midst of chaos, it felt good. It felt right. I really enjoyed all of these books, so I hope you do, too.

xoxo,
E

...to mayo. It's the one way in which I could never, ever be French. I hate it. My mother is convinced I'm not actually her child - she puts mayo on everything. I put it on exactly nothing.

So I'm always on the lookout for tuna- and chicken-salad recipes that use alternative ingredients for a binding agent, such as Greek yogurt, sour cream, or in this case, avocado.

Patents (and more patents) and technology: two things you definitely don't think of when you think of me. But that's what I've been writing about this month, so that's what I've got to share with you. Take a look at our technology-based April issues - maybe you'll find them interesting! If not, grab some coffee first.

xoxo,
E