It is the month of resolutions. If we cannot change the world, what might we do to improve ourselves? I aim to write a few more hours a day because I am at one with unfulfilled dreams. To write is to be hungry and that is a condition The Man in the Kitchen relishes.
For expats whose jobs, spouses or dreams brought them to France, 2015 was a year when one could legitimately wonder whether the pleasures of life in this country were going to be compromised by the increasingly alarming trajectory of violence, and tension, which resulted from the attacks of January and November. The refrain of "they shall not win" could not eradicate a general feeling of unease felt by many Parisians, and not only expats, in the weeks after November 13.
The presidential election. Mom’s new boyfriend. Summer camp. Can we go to France this summer? Can I please have some more pasta??? These are snippets from last night’s dinner conversation with my two children. Human interaction delivered in person. Not an electronic device in sight! Why?
A father contemplates the best way to educate and protect both boys and girls when out on the dating scene in the age of #MeToo.
Has the increasingly stressful process of finding that perfect school for our kids gone a bit over the top? Our Man in the Kitchen has some thoughts and a comforting beefaroni recipe to share...
Author Ken Carlton lays out the advantages of a commuter marriage and warns which traps to avoid to make a long-distance relationship work.
Millions wept as Notre Dame burned. Why was this cataclysmic event so unifying? Ken Carlton remembers how the cathedral's bells tolled for him during his first flirt in Paris.
Routine is the enemy of romance; fear, the dividing line between meal and feast. The answer is only as limited as your imagination. It’s never too early for that first Pernod. Unpack the groceries. Put on some nice music. And experiment the afternoon away in a cramped kitchen with a sharp knife and a hot stove. The results can be tasty, if not an awful lot more.
How do two people living under one marriage make emotional ends meet when their careers operate on such separate tracks? And, does whipping up a decent risotto equal support?