Nathalie Bouffe

NATHALIEBOUFFE HAS BEEN JACKED!

See, this is what happens when you forget to pay your bills. My domain subscription ran out, I forgot to renew it, and now someone's purchased www.nathaliebouffe.com from right under my nose. Anyone know how I can get it back?

You can still keep up with the infrequently-updated adventures of Nathalie at cabbagesandkings.typepad.com.

Póg mo thóin*

France tired me out such that, after a good-old-days weekend in London (which, naturally, tired me out even further), I retreated to rural Ireland for relief.  There’s no Internet here, no deadlines, no distractions, and I am left at last—following three months of sleeping nightly in different beds and couches and floors—alone with my thoughts. 

I am spending three weeks working at Ballymaloe Cookery School, and days float by in grayscale or four-color depending on the slant of the sun, each a comfortable reiteration of salad-washing, mushroom-chopping, dish-washing, and sniffing the pearlescent vapors wafting up in curlicues off fat simmering pots of stew.