Megan Chapman
Encountering God through Creative Arts
While in Provence, we picked up two small jars of French lavender honey to give away as gifts when we returned home to Hawaii. But they never made it to our friends. The thick golden nectar of lavender love didn’t have a chance after I experimented one day and mixed it with butter. I was …
I grew up eating Mom’s Veal Parmesan, Veal Marsala, and Veal Picatta—all good to my mother’s credit. But ordering perfectly cooked fresh veal in most restaurants is hard to find. If veal isn’t properly cooked , it can taste like a leather shoe. The best veal I’ve ever tasted was in France. While visiting Arles …
Our first three days in France were spent indulging in foods we don’t normally eat on a regular basis—like French sausage and cured meats, fresh from the Farmers Market. The varieties of sausage displayed at the open markets were unbelievable, offering a huge selection of flavors like herb, garlic, fennel, and pepper— just to name …
I’m an Artist-Foodie-Creationista who likes instant gratification. And although I prefer eating fresh, homemade, all-natural foods, I don’t want to spend hours slaving in a hot kitchen. So I’m always seeking ways to simplify my recipes without sacrificing quality and flavor. For instance, I’m generally against buying premade or packaged sauces. Nothing beats the fresh …
I’m embarrassed to admit that my first meal out in foodie France was pizza. Like typical American travelers on-the-go, we were late. Having slept in and indulged in a large breakfast on our first day—then of course sightseeing and shopping—caused us to miss France’s punctual lunch hour from noon-2 pm. So when we plopped ourselves …
The chickens we had in France were insanely good. Even the chickens sold in the grocery stores were exceptional. But I especially loved seeing the rotisseries at the farmers markets. I’d literally start salivating as I watched the chicken slowly rotate on the spit while its juices seasoned the potatoes below. And the best part …
