Movable Feast was mentioned in the Washington Post today. And my Super Diner friend jet wins for being the first to let me know.
A few more things - before I collapse. My one month trial is over - THANK GOD. Now I actually have job security in France - and I feel like I can say more than just "Oui, Chef!" to everyone and everything. And Andrea and I had tea and Pierre Herme pastries with Clotilde of Chocolate & Zucchini on Sunday afternoon - thanks so much Clotilde for capturing our rendez-vous so beautifully. I swear I'm going to get a giant chocolate Plenitude as my birthday cake this year. Also, Andrea now has ADSL! Which means that I will hopefully be able to post more often. I'm going to try to write during my break - feuled by free cafeteria espressos and sweets from our discrete pastry chef friends. The other day I ate a stunning raspberry tart in about 10 seconds flat - plus I can fit at least six macarons in my mouth at one time.
I must sleep now. There's a strike tomorrow - Metro included - which means I'm going to try to leave about an hour early. That leaves a whole five hours of sleep.
One last thing - my sister Annie tells me that Gordon Ramsay's Boiling Point just started running in the States. She's worried that I get yelled at like that in my kitchen. Not quite - French kitchens are even more extreme.