A Tale from France about Food

Hello, dear blog readers!

Sorry its been a while and my grammar is poor. This is the cost for not bringing my computer to France: paying for the internet, and not always having an american keyboard. oh, what I would give to have my w be in the same spot every time i type!

Anyway, the Paris mess is over. Not that it was a mess, just that it was hectic and interesting to try and see everything in a few days... you know how it is when youre only in a large city and want to see everything...  Anyway, Paris was good. Did not get beef tartar like I wanted to before I left, but like I said, there was not room for everything.

At the hostel; we were served croissants every single morning. A real croissant with REAL butter because they know it'll be eaten promptly because no one can visit Paris without eating ten croissants daily.  I also opened my first bottle of champagne when my hostel roommate (who was from Quebec, Canada and spoke French in her house growing up) and I visited the Eiffel tower at night. It was quite lovely to see the Eiffel Tower (it lights up at the top of each hour and sparkles for five minutes) and drink French champagne.  Even the cheap brand was delicious!

And now, I am at my first farm about an hour and a half away from Paris.  The food here is FANTASTIC also.  The dad, Nicolas, makes delicious bread every day.  The honey is less purified than ours, and seems to melt on the tongue.  The mom, Lucille, makes tons of jams from her fruit trees, and the peach jam is to die for.  The meat was pretty good, but the goat cheese is really where it's at.  It crumbles easily on food and when fresh, can be mixed with Lucille's jam to make a perfect dessert.

I have never been a fan of mushrooms.  The other day, this lady came over to the house when I was the only one there, and she tried to talk to me in French, and I was like uhh... and she gave us wild mushrooms.  lucille sauteed them in butter and I tried one... really tasty. But nothing like American mushrooms.  So I maintain that I do not like MOST mushrooms.

Have you ever had a three minute egg before?  You boil the egg for three minutes, put it in a little stand so it sits upright, take the top off, like a little hat, and dunk buttered bread slices in it and eat the whites out zhen youre through,  Its quite delicious. Im doing it when I come home.  Yum!

And now it is time for me to leave my first farm and head off to the next one.  This family was so wonderful, going above and beyond to make me feel welcome and at home. I hate to leave, I have to though... Into the woods to journey's end...

Sorry for that random reference. And sorry these blogs suck.  I just feel like at the end of the day, the only news you get is weird news that comes to me in the late hours of the day and is, in short, ...weird.  Anyway, hope for better blogs to come.  Much love!
Jo