It’s what we use to fuel our bodies and it is central to the scheduling of our everyday lives. It facilitates social gatherings, it ranges from a potentially lethal substance to a work of art, and – most of the time – it just tastes really good. Yep, that’s right, you guessed it: I’m talking about la nourriture.
It’s hard to believe that I have been blogging about France for three weeks now and food has yet to take center stage. This is likely due to the fact that the apartment I was subletting in August didn’t have much of a kitchen (read: it had two hotplates and a mini fridge), and I had been living off of vegetables from the local market, fresh baguette, many different kinds of cheese, and cheap charcuterie (dried sausage). Yeah, I know – living the French dream! And it was pretty great. There will certainly be many-a-blog-posts dedicated to each of those food groups. (Yes, even the dried sausage – it’s a thing here.) That being said, I was beyond words when I encountered the kitchen in my new home. It is a beaut. With five gas burners, two ovens, a large shelf of French cookbooks, and a fridge full of food, I felt like I had gone to foodie heaven, and I had no plans to leave anytime soon. Okay, okay. It’s not exactly my kitchen. Anyone who has a concept of Parisian real estate prices, or anyone who watches House Hunters International, knows that there is no way in you-know-where that an apartment, let alone a kitchen, of that size in Paris would be affordable for a student. However, there’s a loophole. Yep, I get to use this kitchen, which is directly above my cosy new ground-floor suite, (mine for the next ten months), all the time! In exchange, I am lucky enough to get to cook, eat, speak French, and hang out five nights a week with the lovely French family to whom the kitchen actually belongs. Pretty cool, eh?
Ah yes, that reminds me! Quiche.
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