Entries Tagged as 'cafe'

Tarte Tatin and a New Year

Posted on: January 2, 2013

jessica's dinner party, tarte tatin, pastry, seoul, korea, eats

The start of a new year always feels like a pause between everything that happened in the past to all that lays ahead in the future.  There are regrets in what could have been but also hope for what can and will be. Usually I spend a lot of time suspended in this moment trying to neatly timeline my life in chronological order, but life is anything but neat and (chrono)logical.  Everything is intertwined, looping together from ahead, below, up, and behind. So instead of trying to unravel what will forever be tangled, I am deciding to focus on today, whatever knots it may hold from the past, present, or future.

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Lunch at Coutume

Posted on: January 20, 2012

coutume, paris, cafe, lunch

Last term, I serendipitously got to know a fellow blogger at school.  It was especially serendipitous for me because that morning I had forgotten to bring my pants to school and was freaking out.  Not my best moment, especially with the addition of unnecessary expletives that I rarely use, but someone took pity on me and lent a complete stranger their neatly pressed pants.  I couldn’t thank her enough (more so because if it weren’t for her, I would’ve had to miss at least two out of three classes that day just to go back home and get my pants) and as we tried to figure out when our schedules would next collide, I told her my name to which she connected with Jessica’s Dinner Party!  I was even more embarrassed at that point, but I shook it off and realized that you never know who, when, or where someone can help you. Ever since then I’ve been meaning to properly thank her, but it didn’t happen until months later…today.

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Europane

Posted on: November 25, 2011

So, why did I come to the states so suddenly? My sister is getting married! The wedding is next fall, but there’s so much planning to do my family thought it would be nice to have me around to help out.  I don’t know how much help I was in the end, but I’m convincing myself that just my presence was of great moral support.
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