Archive - A Cloud in Trousers

What I ate in Paris

From Bistrot Ploc to Delicatessen Place

Nov 14, 2024 •

April 2024

A spoonful of jam

Sylvia Plath wrote about honey, but in her day to day life she ate a lot of jam. This makes sense. Honey, with its quality of the miraculous, lends…

Apr 21, 2024 •

February 2024

The grandest possible way of life

In defence of champagne

Feb 16, 2024 •

December 2023

I haven’t felt much like writing because I haven’t felt much like eating: stomach too coiled up to give way to hunger. The sticky confluence of small…

Dec 15, 2023 •

September 2023

Days of pale wine and radishes

On the beginning of spring

Sep 21, 2023 •

March 2023

Behind the curtain

The spiritual death of Pizza Pizza Pizza

Mar 7, 2023 •

December 2022

Martinis? In this economy?

Or: the year in fancies.

Dec 21, 2022 •

November 2022

Joan Didion's cookbooks

On the lure of contagion magic.

Nov 28, 2022 •

September 2022

Outside over there

Several fantasies of Europe.

Sep 26, 2022 •

August 2022

The best time to embark on a long train journey is a little before sunrise or a little before sunset...

Aug 15, 2022 •

July 2022

Porridge for dinner

Oddly satisfying.

Jul 25, 2022 •

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