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Balls In Your Coffee: Reunited and it feels so good
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Balls In Your Coffee. Scraps under the dinner table. Reunited and it feels so good. I have emerged from the mountain of cardboard boxes I had unceremoniously crammed full of pens and pillows and books and kitchen pots and tossed into storage in August. I have almost discovered all the places my subletter hid cooking ingredients and Tupperware. A Comcast technician named Flavio with diamond studs and a Hahvahd Yahd accent has restored my lifeline to you, and I am back, baby. Aw, we like you too.
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Balls In Your Coffee: June 2011
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Balls In Your Coffee. Scraps under the dinner table. And even though I’ll be back at The Shipyard bright and early for a morning shift in just a few hours, it’s hard not to breathe an indulgent sigh of relief at all the tattooed and painfully hip smokers on their porches, swinging in hammocks, reveling in a summery Tuesday evening free of responsibility. Who eats this many almonds? Can she still even eat almonds? We wondered, eyeing her ancient jawline. You don’t say. A good place to be. And so it began.
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Balls In Your Coffee: November 2010
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Balls In Your Coffee. Scraps under the dinner table. Was the most frequently asked question. "That, I know nothing," my sage French self replied solemnly. 8220;Zanksgeeving,” is a subject of simultaneous fascination and confusion for the French, as I soon discovered, which is perhaps why we ended up at a place serving Thanksgiving-type fare in the form of cakey breads and shot glasses of soup. Not quite American, not quite French. The whole thing passed quickly and the holiday was over before I knew it.
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Balls In Your Coffee: December 2010
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Balls In Your Coffee. Scraps under the dinner table. Bienvenue to the ghetto. Well, Christmas has come and gone, and I have officially left Paris. I’m currently speeding towards Lyon, the last place my French will be useful for quite some time and the second leg of this trip before we hit Spain and I become essentially mute. A gaggle of French children behind me are chirping. Every five minutes and kicking the back of my chair, and I just finished the last of the macarons. For the last few months. Best H...
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Balls In Your Coffee: October 2010
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Balls In Your Coffee. Scraps under the dinner table. Oh pho he didn't. First of all, let me preface this long-awaited, much overdue entry by saying that I absolutely did not forget about you, loyal readers, wherever you are. I promise. It’s just that, quite honestly, Paris has completely devoured me whole. I could have further mentioned the fact that food, and the experience surrounding it, is better when you have to work to acquire it in a different language. It usually goes something like this:. Good, ...
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Balls In Your Coffee: Shiny pretty things
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Balls In Your Coffee. Scraps under the dinner table. Sparkling, brand spanking new unemployment, or “freelancing,” as I call it, is a funny thing. While my apartment is now impeccably clean at all hours of the day, and I find myself planning dinner hours in advance, the truth is my life suddenly consists of trawling through job sites and watching reruns of How I Met Your Mother. 2011, there is a butt imprint on my designated job-hunting couch cushion and I think my milk may be past its expiration date.
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Balls In Your Coffee: August 2010
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Balls In Your Coffee. Scraps under the dinner table. Now that August is finally dovetailing into autumn, there’s something you should know: as of next week, Balls in Your Coffee is going international. For the next few months, I will be digging around in a much, much bigger culinary scene: Paris, baby. I can’t help but snort a little laugh every time I see. Testicules dans Votre Café. 8211;it somehow looks dirtier. Look tame in comparison. And I promised you a scientific study. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Balls In Your Coffee: Have pity on the nubby pigeons
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Balls In Your Coffee. Scraps under the dinner table. Have pity on the nubby pigeons. Before a jolly accordion player comes through the aisles of the Metro for tips after a morning commute cover of. La Vie en Rose. And everyone gracefully turns their head away? The thought is almost too sad to ponder. So, in order to properly close out this saga in a few weeks, it’s time to begin the Balls in Your Coffee-style adieu to the City of Lights—the people, the food and the. 8220;faire la bise,”. Is like receivin...
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Balls In Your Coffee: From Ratatouille to the Rat Race
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Balls In Your Coffee. Scraps under the dinner table. From Ratatouille to the Rat Race. Alright boys and girls. I sincerely apologize for the uncharacteristic period of silence. Counting both the sluggishness of my employment status and the resulting sluggishness on behalf of my brain, it’s a miracle I still know how to type—even though some claim I do even that incorrectly. With the homesick expats and experimenting university kids from down the street whilst serving up. But, where are my manners? After ...
