Pierre Hermé's Ispahan croissant: a 2€ joy filled with rose, lychee, and raspberry. It tastes like angels.
I’m giving this another go, now that I’m one year wiser. A brief recap of the events that transpired in the last 52 weeks or so: I was a crazy person and took three summer jobs, rendering me a SAT teacher cum apprentice cheesemonger cum dessert flinger. I earned a lot of money doing this. I did a lot of traveling, within the U.S. (New York, two of its suburbs!, Boston, Vermont, Chicago) and outside it (Paris, Rome, Barcelona, London, Copenhagen). I took a semester of classes in Paris at the University of Paris VIII: Vincennes Saint-Denis (also known as the school that was founded by Foucault in the 1960s and doesn’t seem to have restocked its soap or toilet paper since then). I bought 20€ of chocolate that promptly fell into the Seine. I was stricken by the overwrought poeticism of this event. I reevaluated my educational philosophy and am taking everything pass/fail. I got accepted to lead BOLT, aka Brown Outdoor Leadership Training; as a participant it changed my life, and as a leader I think it will be exponentially better. I’m loving it so far.
I’m also back on my gig as a threefold food columnist; you can find me on the interwebs at BlogDailyHerald or on Thursdays in print by way of Post- magazine (in the BDH). Most recently, we came out with a Best of Providence issue, which is kickass from cover to cover. My best friend Gopika wrote a love letter to Providence from her outpost in Cambridge, England (page 3). Anita wrote her hilarious and all too true memoir of being a cyclist on campus (page 6-7). Clay, Anita, and Ben conspired to add to my Providence bucket list with all the cool new bars and hipster coffee shops (page 10-11). And my fellow food columnist Jane and I wrote a hilarious, witty, knowledgeable Oscars-style homage to Providence’s gastronomic superlatives (page 12-13). Shameless promotion of publication, others, and self. Check it out.
All for now; it’s back to beating my head against the wall that is Aristotle’s nature/art analogy (I fondly call it Aristothell). I swear I’ll be back soon with the legend of Noma, though.
