Chicken pie. SO good.

leak and potato soup

My course doesn't begin until mid February, so I've been doing as I've pleased since returning to Paris—including buying a ticket to Rome for the weekend. Unfortunately, when my days lack structure and activity, I fall into a pattern of lazy restlessness. To combat this unproductivity, I took a much needed visit to Emilie's. Instead of writing, drawing, or sewing as I'd expected while Emilie was away at work, I've been cooking and baking. This has led people to believe that I am some sort of kitchen guru which is utterly false. Even at home, baking rarely surpassed the occasional box brownies and Ramen Noodles pack. My apathy for cooking used to concern me. Mom always said, "don't worry, it will come."

My first chicken

It has come.