i spent the day like a true parisian. it started off with bikram yoga at a studio in the marais right across from centre pompidou, then a leisurely walk to the city's oldest covered market to pick up fresh produce and flowers. made friends with the grocer boy and he gave me free heirloom tomatoes and a pomegranate! did a little pampering then cooked a "feast" (by feast, i mean a decent enough amount of food that i could physically cook in 3 hours) for my glorious new friends in celebration of my golden year. il y avait beaucoup de vin et beaucoup de pain et c'etait comme un rêve.
oriental meatballs, mushroom, butter and chive toastettes (yes, i made up this word), baked chicken with roasted eggplant, mustard, and grapefruit juice, saffron rice, guacamole, spinach salad with strawberries, mangoes, and nuts with honey vinaigrette, baked brie, malibu guava juice cocktails
gnawing at the homemade tiramisu (thank you Noemie)
après dinner, a few friends and i moseyed on over to my favorite bar and chatted up my waiter friends. met some new frenchies who happen to own restaurants in paris and ny (food havens of the world). out of the corner of my eye i saw kristin wiig, yes the most hysterical woman on tv, wearing bright pink jeans and a top bun. i stormed out of the bar after her, pushed her boyfriend aside (who is actually the drummer for the strokes) and exclaimed, "kristen! is that you?!" she was cute and wished me a happy birthday and i tried to play it cool and chat her up as if we've been pen pals for years, but my giddiness won out.
i think it suits that this picture is blurred, because it truly felt like a dream.
we cheers, wined, and dined...all the ingredients for a perfect 21st in paris.
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