The mini bar a.k.a. my fridge

When I first moved here to Paris, I had imagined all of the wonderful meals I would create for my boyfriend and I in our quaint little apartment. If I can throw a dinner party and decorate cakes in my little studio apartment in Dallas, I could be Julia in Paris! Right? Wrong…..way wrong. The one BIG difference between my apartment here and my apartment in Dallas…… my BIG refrigerator. Now the one in my studio wasn’t anything special, but compared to my little ice box here it was enormous. I keep hoping that every time I open it, it will miraculously be filled with bottles of booze like the mini bar at a hotel. Sadly it is not, I only open it to discover that yet again, I must decide what to make for the next meal. Given my frugal amount of space, I usually have to be creative with the items I buy at the store. I’m not a big fan of eating the same things over and over again (unless it is my mom’s biscuits and gravy). So you probably will notice the same types of things from other posts being used again and again. Nonetheless, each one is special to me, just like my mini bar (even though it didn’t come with booze).

Brioche toast with spinach, swiss, ham and tomatoes and over easy egg.

Chicken stock

Shiitake and button mushrooms

Duck and mushroom risotto

Stuffed scary hairy chicken thigh with ravioli