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But I’m convinced the food in France is better. And I’m not talking about cooking style or technique (that’s debatable). I’m talking about ingredients. The wholeness of the food. The freshness.

pretty eggs

To illustrate my point, let me give you a little anecdote. My boyfriend’s parents were grocery shopping in the little market in town. The shop was out of eggs, and when they asked the shopkeeper, she said she wouldn’t have any until next Tuesday. Consequently, someone else that lived in town heard their request and piped in: “Well, my chickens just laid eggs, I’ll bring some over!” And, without fail, a few hours later she rang the bell and presented us with half a dozen eggs. Gloriously fresh eggs. With feathers and dirt still on them (the very eggs that made an appearance in my previous post). They were real eggs. Imperfect and dirty, yes. But when you cracked them open, the yolk was brilliantly yellow. Orange, really. And when I slipped them into the pan to fry, the yolks didn’t break as easily as they do here.

IMG_0179I know, I know. This could attributed to the fact that we were in a terribly tiny town, rural town. But I think this example really describes the attitude the French have about food their food. Every morning, they go to the bakery for fresh bread. It doesn’t have preservatives and chemical additives, so it will go stale after a day. But that’s ok, because they’ll go get more the next day. The same with vegetables. From what I observed, grocery shopping isn’t a weekly (or bi-weekly) task there. It’s something you do every day, or every other day. You pick up what looks good and fresh in the morning, and make something out of it for dinner that night.

I so wish we did that here. Yes, you can go to a farmer’s market and pick up food. But that isn’t the norm. It takes forethought (and frankly, quite a bit of money) to buy your weekly groceries at the farmer’s market. Which is a damn shame. I wish that moreceleriac Americans knew about farmer’s markets and at least bought some of their groceries from them. I wish that I didn’t have to walk up and down the length of a farmer’s market and swoon at most of the produce, restricted by my meager budget from buying everything I want. Hell, I wish that most Americans had the money to buy fresh produce, period. Be it from a huge grocery chain or farmer down the road. But, unfortunately, this is not the case. So instead, I’ll be envious of France and their way of life. And hopefully I’ll be back to visit soon.


the things i’ll miss about France:


eggs so fresh they’ve still got dirt and feathers on them


french yogurt. served in dainty little glasses. i love the sound of your spoon hitting the glass as you eat it. so perfect.


this is caillĂ©. it’s unlike any yogurt i’ve had before. it’s creamy and sort of slimy — but in a good way, i promise. reminds me of the inside of creme brulee, minus that wonderful crunchy exterior.

and those tiny spoons. can’t get enough of them. though they are definitely something i could find in the u.s. i just might have to get some upon my return

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