It was during a backpacking excursion through France (funded via my grad school student loans) that I first began to truly appreciate the country's haute cuisine. I loved the food so much that it led to an obsession for all things French. Maybe this is what caused me to naively marry a Frenchman. The marriage didn't last, and I'm still paying back those loans, but such woes haven't diluted my affection for succulent,... More >>>