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Oh man, I can never turn down eggs Florentine!

Hmm, not for me. I always thought half the fun of trying a new ethnic recipe was having an excuse to wander through the specialty markets!

I'm not usually a big brownie fan, but I went nuts over David Lebovitz's dulce de leche brownies. Amazing.

This reminds me of the absolute shock — shock! — I experienced as an American when I moved to southwestern France for a year and discovered that fresh fruit and vegetables were cheaper than packaged foods. Bottled water was cheaper and more readily available than soda, even at grungy corner sandwich shops. The daily outdoor produce market attracted tons of low-income immigrant families, because that was the best place to get a lot of food for little money. It's just a completely different world.

I love the reusable tiffin idea (from the link in lemons's comment)! What I wouldn't give to be able to order delivery or takeout with a clear conscience... As it stands, the whole styrofoam/plastic thing is the reason I refuse to allow myself to order any delivery at all.

My favorite vegetarian dinners are often two dishes that might otherwise be classified as "sides" put together, or a hot vegetarian dish with a cool carrot slaw salad. The ones that I crave over and over again are Orangette's Braised Winter Greens with Chickpeas, Onion, and Garlic made with lacinato kale, and a Turkish bulgur and lentil pilaf with allspice, tomatoes, and mint. Both are incredibly tasty, and I nearly always end up eating the leftovers for breakfast the next morning...

I highly recommend the macarons at Boule in Los Angeles, in particular the pistachio version and the only-sometimes-available meyer lemon version. I brought a small sample to my family one Christmas, and now I have to bring a box every time I visit. The only one I haven't loved so far is the apple-cinnamon, but then that just doesn't seem quite macaron-ish enough to begin with.

Sadly, I was also really disappointed with the Bouchon macarons, even at the bakery in Yountville. They just didn't have the right texture or intensity of flavor. They couldn't even match the macarons I got at the franchise bakery Paul in Paris, and those were from the train station!