lunch in france in kinfolk.

Once upon a time I was living in the countryside of France, playing with blond babes in the river and eating the sweetest figs straight from the trees.

I fell in love with lunch in France.


One weekend I boarded a train to a little city called Perigueux. I reveled in solo three-hour lunches and wrote about it.


Seeing my writing in a publication that I so admire feels as exciting as just about anything I've ever experienced. Beyond honored to be a part of this magazine.