As an American in Paris, walking down the Champs-Elysee near the Arc de Triomphe one afternoon, I had a yen for pasta primavera. Unfortunately I don’t speak the native language and, as Americans know, the French want everyone, whether they speak the language or not, to articulate flawless Parisian French. Absoluement!

Yum...So my style! I m squeezing every bit of sunshine out of the summer I can too...