Beaujolais, La Villa Noailles, Megève and Golf du Mont d’Arbois.
There are two types of Americans in Paris. Those who go home the month of August and those who stay. Although I secretly envy those who can binge on a month-long ice cream headache of Americana, my summers are a more local affair, doing a mini Tour de France of friends’ vacation homes throughout this fine country.
I’m pondering what France’s summer traditions are, but I’m blanking. Oh, yeah the month of August not at home, fleeing to everywhere but here? Merguez on the grill? Spritz on a terrace? Summer reading and late dinners? A bottle of chilled rosé on ice?
Ok, these new traditions work just fine for my developing adult tastes. But I still can’t help but miss those sticky childhood summers at home in Chicago: the twinkling bell of the paletas guy selling my favorite ice pop arroz con leche, shucking the golden husks off sweet corn hot off the Weber grill, the self-inflicted pain of watching daytime tv all day long and the call of arms when the ice cream truck roll through the neighborhood.Although I come from the Klondikian school of frozen treats, the Magnum bar is my good-to Euro replacement. I quickly learned last summer that “A Magnum-a-day keeps the bikini bod at bay”.
But every now and then, it’s the only thing that will do the trick. Happy Summer!
This time last year, I was wrapping up my book Edible Paradise. Being in the company of a cornucopia of black and white fruits and vegetables all day was no easy feat. When the ladybugs I was drawing started to converse among themselves, the countdown to happy hour couldn’t go by quickly enough. But I look back fondly at those months of pure dedication and inspiration although I couldn’t walk down the produce isle without cringing just a little bit.
One year later, my love of the edible plant world has grown stronger than ever. But by making this book, I can now identify a fruit tree just by its leaves and can also point out edible weeds in the wild. But the most exciting thing of all is that Edible Paradise has been edited into 7 languages and counting!
So if you haven’t picked it up already, it’s a perfect way to ease into the lazy Summer days ahead. And please leave an Amazon review to feed the algorithm and help spread the word. And if the ladybugs start to talk among themselves, you’ve been coloring too hard.
Live sketches from this year’s LVMH prize at the Fondation Louis Vuitton.
Edible Paradise has gone French! Paradis Comestible was edited with great care by the excellently gourmand French publishing house Keribus Editions. It will make you want to take the whole month of August off and color a la française.
Paris book launch information to come very soon.
Paradis Comestible: Apprendre les Saisons des Fruits et Légumes en Coloriant (Keribus Editions), 9€90.