Lost In Cheeseland: About me

I'm a Paris transplant from Philadelphia who fell in love with a Frenchman and moved to Paris. Cliché, right? This blog is meant to cover some not-so-cliché topics and uncover some aspects of Paris (or France, for that matter) that you might not already know. Through food, travel, love and obstacles, I experience life in France. {Interested in my writing? Check out where else I've written HERE}

Some other factoids about me:

I live in Paris (France, not Texas. That exists too.)

I have an online American cookie company called Lola's Cookies!

My husband's name is Cédric. When I first met him I couldn't help but think of Cedric the Entertainer. I've since moved past this.

My cat sleeps on my stomach at night and drools.

It takes me almost a full 4 days to read the newspaper that arrives at my apartment. I take on too much reading at once and feel torn between the books, magazines and newspaper scattered about our tiny apartment. I'm sure I've hurt at least one of their feelings.

My favorite Christmas movies, in order: Home Alone, Little Women, Elf and You've Got Mail (although that is really an all seasons kind of flick).

I love the sound that macadamia nuts make against my teeth when I eat them.

I have a 4 year old brother and a 35 year old sister. I wouldn't have it any other way.

I hate raisins except as part of cinnamon raisin bread or bagels. Otherwise, they ruin a perfectly good breakfast cereal.

My father is a psychiatrist. This should tell you a lot about me.

I love food - talking about it, thinking about it, photographing it and eating it.

I don't understand passive-aggressive people.

I can sing. I also fantasize about getting discovered and becoming a singer. Now, about that getting discovered part...

I don't iron. My husband does. Even his t-shirts.

Can't live without: peanut-butter.

Movies and music can heavily impact my mood.

I can't eat pasta without parmesan cheese; I physically can't.

I'm learning to manage feelings of envy.

I'm not a hoarder but I have trouble getting rid of already read magazines. I always feel like I'll need to refer to them one day. Of course, I rarely do.

Self-control is a work in progress. Put me in front of cupcakes, peanut butter, cookies or cake, and I will think of nothing else but stuffing as much as possible into my mouth. The aftermath is not attractive.

When I read in French or in English, I look up words I don't know. Don't act like you know all of them.

I feel guilty when I don't read the books on my nightstand yet I keep buying more. Part of me thinks the books take it personally.

At 6 years old, my childhood best friend threw a temper tantrum. Her mother threatened that I would be sent home if she didn't calm down. She said "I don't care, she's stupid anyway". Story of my life.

I can't decide if Cannolis are legitimately my favorite dessert or if I just love their name.

Moving abroad was the hardest and most exhilarating thing I've ever done (thus far).